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I hate moving...ugh. It seems like all my stuff just disappeared into thin air! Like for example, my P90X box. "WHERE ARE YOU?" I scream towards the pile of mixed who-knows-what sitting in the garage waiting to be sorted. The only good that comes out of losing something is the motivation I suddenly find to organize everything. The worst part is definitely the anxiety attack I've been walking around with for three days because I can't actually participate in the challenge I entered GAR! Well, until I find that evasive little white box, I'll be at the gym getting my butt kicked by yoga, zumba, bodypump, the stair stepper, the treadmill(I hate you), and whatever else makes me feel like I got somewhere close to the burn that P90X gives me. Plus doing whatever moves I remember from the first time I started the program 1 year ago.
Superman! Banana! Superman! BANANA!
Oh yeaaah...my core hates me but it hurts so good!
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