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Starting P90X

I have looked into the Beachbody P90X fitness and nutrition program for a while now, and always felt that it was too pricey for our budget. I also felt I needed to be in better physical condition. I have been working so hard for nine months and I finally feel that I am at the level needed to take on such a challenging program. Well a girlfriend of mine loaned me her set and I cannot wait!

I am so excited to take on this challenge!



I have no idea what to expect other than a killer workout. I have no idea what kind of results I will get. I have no idea how sore I will be. I have no idea what kind of challenge lies ahead of me. What I do know is that I am 100% ready to accept whatever Tony Horton can throw at me, and use it to improve my body!

I will start my 90 day challenge on Monday, December 17, 2012.

I planned to start today but realized I need a yoga mat, heavier dumbbells, and  a pull up bar. I will pick those things up this weekend (used and cheap at Play It Again Sports)! I cannot do a pull up yet and I hope that I will be able to do at least one by the end of my 90 days. I can partially pull myself up but not completely. That is a goal I have set for myself.

So Sunday evening I will take my before pictures, then take them again at 30 days, 60 days, and then my final results. I will share my first day experience and I will also share my start pictures and every 30 days progress with you. If there are any readers who would like to do the P90X with me, please feel free to email me at mommyweighless@gmail.com or message me on my facebook page facebook.com/mommyweighless!

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