jazzercise

Can I just say that Jazzercise is so ghetto, so bizarre, and so ridiculously cheesy...

...pretty sure I absolutely love it. Don't judge.

I'm tempted to start doing this for real...

Plus, I already have the outfit...

Pure awesomeness.

xo

lauren

minor setback

So the whole fam was supposed to start P90X right? Ya...about that...we still haven't started. Not because we are lazy though (which is still true), but because we have all been bedridden with sickness at one point or another since the measurements were taken...no joke.

First it was dad,
then Spencer,
then Connor,
then dad again,
then Lauren,
mom and Grant are probably next...

It's been one big sick fest. So, no progress to report just yet, but I have survived the flu and am trying to get back into the routine of things!

Hope you are all healthy and happy!

xo
lauren

the challenge

This past week was my dad's 46th birthday and the gift that we all decided to give him (purely out of love) is P90X. If you are unfamiliar with it, here's a little video...

The entire package came with 12 workout DVD's, a step by step fitness guide to show you which workouts to do which day, and a nutrition guide to help you follow and maintain a healthy diet. The whole program is based on different combinations of workouts to create muscle confusion so as to keep your body from hitting plateaus. Kind of intense...I know. 

Chris, myself, and my whole family have decided to take on the challenge! (I thought it was necessary that I join in and do them here at my new house to be of moral support to my dad...and because I tried to do JUST ONE pull-up and failed miserably.)

So, yesterday we all went through the process of weighing ourselves, getting our body fat percentages, taking our measurements, and posing for ridiculously humiliating "before" photos. (I will spare you those images) 

It is now time to get P90X'ed, my friends! I will let you know how we are all progressing!

xo

lauren

ps. I just had to let you know that I have not had soda (not even Dr. Pepper...my fav) for 1 month...I feel very accomplished! 

dear self...

It was a really bad idea to take this summer off by being lazy when we knew we had signed up for three dance classes in the fall. Now we can barely walk because every single muscle (some we didn't even know existed) in our body are rebelling against us. We better start stretching everyday again because we feel like an old crippled woman. Let's think ahead next time...mmmkay? As Christopher Brown would say...prior proper planning prevents piss poor performance!

xo
lauren

ps. our ballroom class is freaking awesome though!

you've got mail...edition 1

Dear Brutus,
I am so glad you decided to end the hunger strike and finally start eating the food I give you...I was getting ready to plan a funeral for you. I also enjoy watching you swim around and be active now that you have food in your belly. You are a new fishy...keep it up.
Love, your mama.

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Dear Miguel The Yoga Teacher,
You kicked my ace last night. I can barely move today...why do you have to throw such crazy poses in my direction and then sit and watch while we try to contort our bodies like yours? I am sorry that I look so awkward when trying your stalls...and that I fall on my butt. Please don't laugh at my foolishness.
Love, the spaztic girl from your yoga class

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Dear Toe Nail Polish,
I am seriously digging this color right now. Thank you for making my tootsies look awesomespice and tan.

Please don't chip too soon, or else I will have to steal you from my cousin Sarah.

Love, the awesome girl who picked you out

ps. you look better in person...just sayin'

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Dear Tree Cutter Man,

No I am not the owner of this house, and no that 10 year old boy is not my son. I do not look old enough to own such things...who do you think you are? Will I tell my parents to hire you so you can give my tree a hair cut? Ummmm...I think you should ask the tree first, but I guess I will ask the parentals for you because I am that awesome.

Love, the girl who is not offended even though you made such haneous accusations.

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Dear Me,

I am so excited you are taking me to the pool again today. Let's go get our tan on! Also, thank you for having no work on Fridays...you are so smart.

Love, Me.