Tony Horton kicks my butt

So I'm back on the exercise wagon. I fell off for months and months, and now I'm back on. TC and I have Tony Horton's Power 90 (which is not the same as P90X), and have started and stopped a bajillion times, although most recently TC has been faithful to the Power 90, and I have, on my own, fallen off into forbidden paths of sloth.

But now we're back again. And frigging Tony is kicking my behind. My thighs are sore from squats. My arms are sore from push ups. My legs feel so heavy it's hard to move them.

In a way, I enjoy feeling this crummy after working out because it means I've done something. I means that my body is working hard. And that feels great.

In other news, I have not had time to sew or do anything creative in the last several days. I've been on other administrative projects for our household (calling insurance companies, doing research on possible purchases, running this errand and running that, etc.). It feels good to be useful and productive and busy sometimes.