So last night I sat down with Mom to watch the season finale of “Losing It With Jillian”. I’m a big fan of “The Biggest Loser” as previously mentioned (kind of), but “Losing It” has honestly held little appeal for me. Every episode felt the same and I just got kinda tired of watching Jillian scream at people. (I like Jillian Michaels in general, but this show just didn’t click for me.) Then, something wonderful happened…a commercial for a new show with TONY ROBBINS came on!
I LOVE ME SOME TONY ROBBINS!
The show starts airing next week in the “Losing It” timeslot. I am SO excited. I can’t believe that I haven’t heard about this sooner! Of course, it could be because I’ve barely turned on TV (the cable, I mean) in favor of this girl:
I want to be Sydney Bristow (photo credit afterellen.com)
I WANT to be this girl. (Sydney Bristow, not necessarily Jennifer Garner. Actually…I wouldn’t mind her beautiful cheekbones and her husband.) Sydney kicks some major booty. She’s a super stealthy CIA spy, she’s smart, she beats the crap out of beefy guys twice her size with odd objects like briefcases, fire extinguishers and rubber hoses, she thinks well on her feet and all the while, looks gorgeous. Yep, Sydney Bristow is who I want to be in my next life.
I dug out my Alias DVDs a week or so ago and I’ve been watching an episode…or two…or three…I’ll admit it…nightly. I’m one of those people who thoroughly enjoys books and movies but tends not to retain very many details apparently—even though I’ve seen every episode before, there is a lot I don’t remember. Makes the re-watch perfectly entertaining!
Alias really makes me want to take a cardio kickboxing class. I think they might have one at 24 Hour Fitness, but I’ll have to check the schedule. Mom and I used to take a kickboxing class at the Y like, a million years ago and it was super fun! AND a kick-ass (no pun intended) workout.
Alias also makes me want to wear disguises, get in super-duper-fast-running shape, and recklessly drive a fast car while simultaneously shooting a gun out the window. (Oh, come on! I’d use blank rounds!)
But alas…until I can get my perfectly toned triceps and wear my spy-esque black turtleneck tank tops with pride, I will just have to keep on with my half-marathon training. I had a little sit-down with myself yesterday and decided that the time for excuse-making is over, and from now on I’m sticking to the training schedule, rain or shine, walking partner or no walking partner! I guess it worked. I finally got out for a walk last night–one of only a couple in the last two weeks–and got in a little under 5 miles. Not bad! S. and I are hitting the trail again tonight so I’m feeling pretty accomplished! I only wish my Bodybugg was here so I knew how many calories these jaunts around the lake are burning. Only a few more days until it arrives I think. 
xoxo,
~Melissa
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