I'm torn between wanting to do the shred and not wanting to. Not because it hurts, because it's getting so much better now. Because I don't have time to shower right after--my mother has informed me that she won't babysit my kids when I'm at home. So showering is kind of out, y'know? It doesn't help that mom keeps walking into my room and bitching because I'm not cleaning. She seems very impressed with Chrissy for doing the Shred, but determined to see me fail. Lovely... I wonder if I should print off some research that suggests that regular exercise is considered beneficial to people who suffer from depression and anxiety?
I added hand weights to the routine. Let's ignore that I should have been using them from the beginning. Much harder, even though they're only tiny 1 lb weights. I'm sweaty and feel icky because of it, but I feel good about having done the Shred for the day. So far, Hell Month is beginning to look a bit better. Although I'll bet Level Two (and Three) will kick my ass in the beginning just like Level One did. Still, I am seeing an improvement in how much I can do before wimping out. Push ups should still go to Hell. As should bicycle crunches.
On a bright note, I am officially half way through finishing Level One! GO ME!