Is it Possible to be Too Sexy?

Today is my day to work out with Kris at Starting Line Fitness. Every week Kris is forcing (oops, I mean getting) me to try new things and to add different components to my workout.

She also started training the Hubs. The Hubs is what I call a "skinny fat man." He's a normal, healthy weight, but that's about it. He can't run, he can barely touch his toes, and he bought slider things to move our sofas around because he couldn't lift his end anymore.

I made this shirt for the Hubs.

Last week he told Kris he didn't want to lift too much weight, because he's worried he might get "too big." After Kris and I had a good laugh at that one, I told Kris I needed to slow down my workout regimen too, because I didn't want to get "too skinny."

The Hubs and I bitch a bit when Kris pushes us to our limits, but we're very happy with the results.

The Hubs is getting some guns, but nothing too showy, and his t-shirts aren't straining to keep his muscles contained.

I'm continuing to lose inches. I'm at a total of 20 inches gone. I still haven't lost much weight, but my clothes fit better, I have more energy, and I feel stronger. All of the things I asked for at the beginning. Luckily, I'm not fixated on a number on the scale and what I care about is how I feel. Plus, I know if I really wanted to kick it up a notch, I could just need to tell Kris and she'd work me even harder, but I'm a lazy ass. This is all I can handle.

Sometimes I get a little bored with the routine, and I thought I might look for some new exercises to try. Last night I read about a new kind of workout and I think I'd like to try this one: the Stiletto Fitness Class.

Yup. You put on one to six inch heels and then "get your heart rate up the sexy way!"

Nah, on second thought I think I'll stick with Kris' exercises - I don't want to get too sexy.