Unless you've lived in a rural cabin atop a secluded mountain for the past 10 or so years, then you've heard Nike's famous catchphrase, "Just Do It." Well, I'd like to add "Don't" to their wise words while I talk about P90x. I'm sure you've seen the irritating infomercial parade its way across your television screen, and perhaps you even know friends and family who've bought into the beachbody business. But, I'm here to steer you clear of this crazy workout system.
Brian and I started the workout regimen 2 days ago, and it's pure torture. So far, I can't find a single thing that I enjoy about it (maybe my gelatinous thighs and saggy backside would claim otherwise).
The first night, Brian tried to kill me by putting me on the advanced program. After about 25 minutes of hellacious conditions, I succumbed to the temptation to plop myself down and watch the rest of the video from a reclining position. Then, last night I lasted for about 35 minutes before giving in to the carpet's coaxing.
When I woke up this morning, my abs were thanking me for my peace offering to my health, but I'm not sure that will be enough to keep me going on the beachbody brigade.