What Was That Noise?

Yesterday, Doug and I decided to get Slim in 6. We popped in the dvd, our son left the room "before I get grossed out", and we got started.

We're supposed to take "before" pictures of ourselves so that we can compare them to our "after" pictures with the disclaimer "results not typical". We haven't yet taken our photos (which I'm supposed to do in a sports bra and shorts. I'm thinking why not go all the way and get a bikini?), but I can assure you that our experience this morning surely fit into the "results not typical" category.

I'm still crying.

From laughing.

At my husband.

If he would care to laugh at me, he'd be incapacitated for the day, but he chose to diligently watch the screen and give this work out his all in all. I couldn't help sneaking a peak at him once in awhile, and I would just crumple to the floor. He wasn't doing anything wrong, I think it was his enthusiasm that slayed me. That, and the noises.

In deference to our dignity, I will not expound on the noises beyond: we're old enough that lying on the floor and attempting to bring our knees and chins toward each other results in some...noises.

That's all I'm going to say.

Not long after our workout, I heard Doug leave the house for the day. Frowning at the fact that he did not come upstairs to tell me goodbye, I headed downstairs to get my phone and call him. On the second step, as pain sliced through my thigh muscles, I had an epiphany...

Ring, ring.
Doug: "Hello?"
Me: "Did you leave without telling me goodbye because you didn't want to climb the stairs?"
Doug: short burst of chagrined laughter, hesitation, then "Yes. My thighs are killing me! I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a couple minutes trying to pysche myself into climbing up, but I couldn't do it. I was gonna call you...."

We started dating when we were 16 years old. I guarantee you we never thought this day would come. But we'll get through it. If we're successful, we'll be slim in 6 weeks. THEN I'll post the photos!