I wish this was called P9X.

Day 8
WOW. The alarm went off and I contemplated doing the Chest & Back work out later in the day, but knew that if I put it off, I would not want to do it at all. Surprisingly people were at the fitness center at 5:45 am once again. I don't think I will ever get over the fact that people are there under their own free will. Luckily, since it was so busy in the fitness center, we could barely hear Tony talk about his "shakers." I'm not sure if my abs and legs are this sore from the P90X workout, or if my body is reminding me why I do not play softball on a regular basis. This time around I tried to surpass my numbers from last week and succeeded in most cases.

After my shower, I was back in bed and sound asleep before Luke even left for work. When I woke up from Sleep the Sequel, I felt as though I had been run over by a truck. I've also noticed that I am constantly hungry. No matter when or what I eat, I want more. I guess this is a good thing and means I am burning a lot of calories, but the problem is, I love instant gratification (thank goodness for digital cameras, the days developing a roll of film were stupid - even the Polaroids before that were better). I want to see inches fall off and pounds drop immediately and get a bit frustrated that I don't see this. I know it is only Day 8, but I want Future Jackie to let me know that on Day 30, Day 60, and Day 90 I will see results and it will all be worth it.