I’m in love.
And it’s not food . . . believe it or not.
It’s a gym class. Body Combat. It was absolutely fabulous and a perfect stress release.
I know that may seem strange. Stress release? What? Don’t you mean yoga or something?
Nope. I think my stress reliever of choice is a class that takes you through a choreographed “fight” (if you will).
Following it up with Body Flow, a tai-chi (sp?), pilates, yoga fusion class definitely helped. The stretch felt AHH-mazing.
My plan was to stay for Zumba afterwards (because I wanted to totally kill myself) but my calves started screaming bloody murder 2 minutes into it. I figured at that point the best thing to do is to just go home.
Which I did. On the way I called the Italian to let him know I was on my way home and he told me he broke the dishwasher door by running into it. Say what?
I couldn’t quite figure out how he did that. I also figured it’d be a pretty quick fix. Right?
Apparently he fell and landed on the door.
Why was the door open anyway? He wasn’t putting dishes away.
I may have
completely lost my temper gotten a little upset. We were still arguing this morning about it.
It was really frustration as to why I lost my temper. We’ve been in the house for 3 friggin’ weeks! Not even!
*sigh* I’m over it now. I just want my kitchen back. (And the broken dishwasher door is taking up a TON of room. Grrr . . . )
But tonight is going to be fun! Tupperware party at the neighbor’s and my attempt again at getting further along in the Evil Lady’s 30-Day Shred. We’ll see!