Today I needed to remind myself of these two things:
First of all:
Body Combat = check.
I left the office not in poor humour. Lounging on the couch with a little side of Victor Newman sounded like heaven. But I knew I’d hate myself for not working out.
Body Combat is always a good workout, but it’s especially a good workout when you pretend your punching irritating colleagues who were under your skin all. day. long.
I’m never going to be a size 2. Sometimes I eat too many Nibs. I drink too much diet pepsi. My arm skin flaps when I punch at Body Combat.
But I don’t weigh 267lbs anymore. I’m pretty fit, and I’m healthy.
I’ll take it.