So I am trying a new workout program, thanks to El Senor. I may have mentioned before that when I was growing up, El Senor would put Weight Watchers and Shape magazines on my bed and tell me to use them. (He hates it when I say that because then you all think that he's a jerk---he's not a jerk. He just used to be. And I used to be a jerk to him.)
But when I moved in with him last year, I was surprised to see that he had slipped into his old ways and subscribed to Fitness Magazine. I saw the magazine in the mail and brought it to him, asking why he had subscribed to a women's magazine. He claimed he hadn't. I pointed out to him the women's magazine that clearly had his name on it. And then he remembered that after a cycling event he'd attended that summer, for his participation, he was allowed to subscribe to a few magazines for free. So he chose Men's Health or something, and something else, and then saw the name "Fitness" and decided to subscribe to that magazine, too.
Of course, reality is that in the last 20 years, he's become a better liar. I know he subscribed to that magazine because he figured I needed to do something about it.
And it's only taken me a year to finally implement a regime from the book. My coworker and I are hitting the gym three times a week together to follow this kick-butt workout, and I really do hope that it kicks my butt. So far, my butt, thighs, abs, and back have been sore. I could probably pick up a higher weight to get my arms and shoulders.
And this is why I need to kick it into high gear: