Worn out is my middle name

Between the gym and mowing the lawn I am worn out.

I pushed myself this morning on the elliptical which I'm sure my arse will thank me tomorrow. I love the random workouts you can choose so you don't give yourself an easy workout. Apparently the one I chose this morning was the gluteal workout. Why don't they just name the butt work out something along the lines of 'your arse will hate you in the morning' or 'how to become more asscular as you don't age gracefully'. Or completely ignore me since I'm obviously speaking out of something.

While my weight hasn't budged yet I can see a difference in my body already since getting back into working out. Shaving my legs in the shower I can see definition coming back. My abs are slowly getting stronger, something I noticed the other day when checking my diastasis out. I can feel the muscles in my mid-abdomen now. Before it was only the upper abs I could feel. Bit by bit I'm reclaiming my body back into something healthy and strong.

Unfortunately, I wish I could say that for my lawn mowing skills. We bought a self-propelling lawnmower. This works great as long as I'm going straight. It's the hills and curves which I find to be a bitch in maneuvering the damn thing. I don't have the strength yet in turning the mower around the nooks in our yard. I would have completed the backyard with the weed whacker if I could have gotten it started. I'll have Jason show me the trick later on today. Truly, I'm not a complete moron when it comes to following directions.