Billy Blanks – Sweat & Sparkle

Another busy day, so I got up crazy early again and worked out in the darkness of too-early-to-be-awake o’clock. Remember the original Tae Bo? I found a grainy video online and punched and kicked my way through an old-school Tae Bo workout this morning.

What is that man wearing on his feet? Ha ha. Okay, it’s easy to make fun of it, but I still adore Billy Blanks and all the Tae Bo workouts. I have some bookmarked so I can go back and do them again when the mood strikes.

I’m so glad it’s Friday! This has been a rough, hectic week. We were just in Hickville (the hillbilly, inbred town where Psycho dragged the kids after the divorce) last night for one of the kids’ events, and we are heading back tonight. Yay.

I love seeing the kids, but I absolutely hate going to that town. Let’s just say that intellectual pursuits, personal hygiene, and physical fitness are not among the top activities of any of the genetic mutations that inhabit that place. I can see why Psycho and Uncle Fester (my affectionate nickname for her no-neck chunker of an arranged-marriage husband) insist on staying there. They fit right in. The kids don’t, though, and I hope they never will, for their own sakes.

No matter how late we get home tonight, though, I am still going for a run in the morning, as planned. Then, due to rearranging the kids’ schedule, my husband and I have tomorrow and Sunday morning wide open, and we are taking full advantage of it! I can’t wait. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for weeks.

Now that the holiday season is knocking on our door, I know it’s time to start planning and prepping to make sure I get back on, and stay on, track. I already printed a workout schedule for next week and will hang it up in our workout room, where it can’t be missed. No excuses!

False alarm! My stepson did not leave for boot camp yesterday after all. I am not feeling overly confident about the Marines’ ability to schedule, plan, or coordinate much of anything right about now. His swearing-in was just like this too: hurry up! Get here NOW! It might start at 10 AM, it might start at 4 PM, but you better arrive around 7 AM and sit in an uncomfortable waiting room with no idea what is going on and no one willing to tell you. On second thought, might be today, might be tomorrow, hell, might be exactly forty-seven days from now, who knows?

If they can’t put together a competent ship-out to boot camp, how do they operate during a war? Maybe their tactical plan is to confuse, irritate, and discombobulate the enemy until they collapse of sheer exasperation.

My poor husband drove over 6 hours total yesterday for mostly nothing, then got up early and went right back to the processing station this morning. I got up early with him and hunted down an old, cheesy-but-wonderful workout called Cardio Boot Camp Live.

I adore Billy Blanks. Who doesn’t, right? I used to have the DVD’s from this workout set, and the resistance bands, but I don’t remember what ever happened to them. I used light weights instead of the bands this morning. So another morning workout in the bag for this week.

I’m still struggling with my eating habits, but I am just trying to do a little better each day. Which at this point is “not as horrific as yesterday”, but hey, it’s a start, right?