Pullin' myself back up

Giving it my best shot. Scary, huh?

About two or three months ago Sean and I were doing P90X every day. Because of the wider door frames in our house, we weren't able to use either of our pull up bars that hook over the door frame edge so we bought the kind that goes in between.
That worked great (except that I still couldn't do any pull ups unassisted).

One night, as we were working out and it was his turn. I was in the background, cheering him on! Trying to channel Tony Horton and yell until he completed his goal! He was doing great and the next thing I knew, Sean was on the floor, on his back holding the pull up bar in his hands and looking stunned. Poor guy. I'm sure that felt great...

So we haven't had a pull up bar and therefore, we basically haven't been exercising. Lame, I know. But sometimes any excuse can seem like a good excuse.

Officially, as of tonight, Sean has taken away my last decent excuse. He literally created pull up bars outside (!) on our patio and even rigged a TV out there. So, really, he's taken two excuses away. I never workout outside and now I almost have to.

So! You all know what that means! P90X commences once again, starting tomorrow morning!! Chest and Back. Bring it!

In other news, we just got back from a family reunion. An uncle has written his memoirs of his time during WWII and we all had him autograph them for us. He felt like a celebrity, it was so cute.

Also, we celebrated Dante's birthday tonight with a squeaky mouse and wet cat food. He's sleeping it off now :)