I am a pretty, pretty ballerina!

Day 4 Barre Class



If you have never tried a barre class, you REALLY should.  It's a great way to change up your workouts.  The class is a series of exercises that fatigue your muscles with extremely light weights and small movements...and it HURTS LIKE FUCKING HELL.  I'm talking 2, 3, or 5 pound weights, a squishy ball, a band, a ballet barre, and a mat.  NO cardio...at all.  (Me likey).

 

Purple balls of torture!  Squeeze that shit behind your leg and do some leg lifts.  OUCH!  My hammies are on FI-YEEEEEEERRRRRR!

The room.  DUH.

Me squeezing that shit!

I go on Sundays with my friend Andrea.

 

Skinny bitch. Walking dead tank.

My muscles truly are jacked up right now.



First things first, you must have sticky socks.  And a good attitude.  I walked in thinking, "I do hard workouts...3 pound weights?"  Uh, yeah.  Don't be so cocky, superstar.

I had to buy new ones at class today.  These toe socks feel like each and every one of my toes is getting raped.  My poor toe cracks.  They will never be the same.

See, the bottoms are sticky!

Bought these.  I need calm.  SERENITY NOW!

Anyway, burned......

Without cardio...pretty cool!

This 90 day challenge will be about the following...

Despite my weight, despite my size, despite my abs.  Just comfortable.

Here is my WTF picture of the day. I repeat.  NO.  TEACHER.  WANTS.  CRAYON.  SHIT.  And no teacher wants to pose topless with a crayon crown...I think.

Bitch be like...Imma color your tummy while I give you a B.J.

Dieting truth...

And finally, everybody is going through something, is dealing with something, has problems you don't even KNOW are there.  Be kind.

 And remember to leave your "one" love notes.  They can be saved forever.

Awww!

 My daily odd compliment:  You know you are my close friend if I talk to you about shitting, sex, and food. That makes you my shitty, sexy, fatty friend.  I like that.  (hmmmmm, needs work).



Happy Sunday, bitchezzzzzz.