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We are finally getting back to working out (Sweatin’ to the oldies) in the Duprez household. The week before the wedding we were in the gym, jump roping, running, etc. I didn’t want to lose it just because we weren’t in our usual routine. And we did a great job… until the honeymoon, where of course we weren’t working out at all. The most I did was walk around stuff. Ruins, the town, from the hotel to our beach hut, you know – important places. And this is what vacations are for. Slowly bloating under the heat of the sun and with the salt of a margarita retaining all of your water. Am I right or am I right?
But it’s been… you know … more than a month since we got back. And I was kind of dreading getting back into it. You work and work and work and lift weights and lift weights and sweat and strain and curse out loud because lifting weights fucking SUCKS and then a few weeks go by and it’s all over. It’s all reversed, you have to start back at square one and that is bullshit! So … I was dreading it. And putting it off. Which only makes it worse.
So last week we had our first real workout, and then we went to Sacramento to house sit from Wednesday to Sunday. So there went that momentum (though many walks with the dogs were had!). But I would like to formerly announce, that since Tuesday (yesterday… ahem), the Duprez-live-to-be-100 campaign is back in full swing. And you know what? I love it. I forgot how good working out makes me feel. Even when it’s hard, even when I can’t lift as much as I used to or squat without my ass going numb, it makes my body feel so good. The soreness feels like progress, and my insides work so much better. I can’t believe it took us this long to bust it out, but I feel amazing now that we’ve begun again.