I watched the sun rise this morning through the window while destroying a set of squat jacks—58 compared to 35 from my first fit test.
My second Insanity fit test went from “about the same” to “much better” than my first.
Wait, wait, wait, you say. I should have done that last week?
Well, I should have considering I finished Week #1 June 27, but I did a poor job of Week #2. I made my 5 a.m. workouts Monday and Tuesday, but I failed Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
So I redid Week #2 last week and started Week #3 this week…
It’s all very exhausting.
Except for power jumps, which are the most demeaning exercise known to fitness.
Power jumps are worse than burpees.
My fit test went well, but my weight and my waist haven’t moved a pound or an inch. Bah.
I also gave up on keeping a food journal—I’m just awful at it. I don’t have time to write anything down after breakfast or lunch, both of which I have a work, and, when dinner rolls around, why should I bother?
I did 21 more power knees.
Screw you food journal.
And power jumps.