So we're in our hotel room in Hollywood last Saturday morning. It's 8 AM. Din is heading out to get us some coffee, and I am engaging in one of my favorite hotel room activities: lying in bed and watching TV. And on the TV is an informercial, for some exercise DVDs called P90X. Din is watching me watch the informercial, which features people talking about how, in just 90 days...
"You're going to buy this," he says to me.
"Oh, yes I am," I say back.
"Before I get back with the coffee," he adds, as I reach for my phone.
In my defense, I have never before bought anything off the TV. But reader, I am out of shape. I was a marathoner for 10 years; a five-day-a-week fitness person for four years after that, but last November, following foot surgery, I stopped. I have done basically nothing for six months.
Until this morning. I did the first DVD. It was 50 minutes of push-ups and pull-ups, and 16 minutes of ab work. Is the host, Tony somebody, sort of odd looking, with a stretched effect around the eyes and hair that looks as though it's had a little help and a chipperness spiked with words like "shred!" and "bring it!"? Well, yes, but one sort of expects this, and I have to say, his delivery makes you feel as though you actually are in the room working out with his crew. And I only sort of wanted to vomit once.
Speaking of vomit: I will not be following the included diet program. Sorry, but pesto made from nonfat parmesan, white wine and lemon juice sounds like a good substitute for throw-up.
In an effort at accountability, starting stats: Weight: 139 - Chest: 36 1/2 - Waist: 29 (fatty) - Hips: 37
Will check in in a month.