Just kidding

I guess the saying "where there's a will, there's a way" is true because I ended up hopping on the treadmill last night for 13 minutes. I know it's not much but given the circumtanses and my mood yesterday, it is a lot so I'm proud of myself. 

Now, today I started Week 3 and holy mother of Christ I'm beyond dead! It feels good to be in so much pain, I'm going to regret saying that tomorrow since I'm going to be so freaking sore but at the moment I don't care. My shaky limbs give me great satisfaction. I'm itching to start seeing results and dropping a few pounds, I know it's going to take a while but I'm ready for it. 

I'm rambling on so I'm going to stop and add the picture of the exercises I'm doing this week.