Oh my stinking heck. PLEASE come shoot me. I have no idea what in the world I was thinking but apparently it wasn’t straight. Someone sent one of those extreme workouts on DVD over here and I thought “Aww what the heck, I am going to try it” cause ya’ll know I like to eat…which is the real reason I like to cook. And well, I could stand to loose a few pounds (or many, we aren’t being nit-picky here).

Anyway, some alien must have took temporary possession of my body because I decided that I was going to check out the workout tape and see just how hard it is.  Ummm, let me start by saying that I took out a hit on the person who gave me the cursed thing after I was finally able to catch my breath, decide that I wasn’t actually having a heart attack and cast the alien that took up temporary residence in me to the bottom of the pits of Hades!

BE WARNED…if the box says turbo jam on the front, that isn’t where people like me should start. People like me need to start with the one that says Snails Pace. Seriously, I have no idea what in the heck I was thinking but I can assure you that if I ever think it again I am going to be calling you to come and perform an exorcism.