I could definitely get used to the smell of the carpet if it meant I could splay out on the floor instead of doing more push-ups. Push-ups and I go way back: all the way to grade school, actually. In fourth grade, the school allowed us to do a science fair project or an invention that solved a problem. Ta-da! I invented the Push-Up-O-Matic, the handy-dandy workout tool that made it possible to get your drooling face off of the floor. I borrowed my mom's upholstery tools and had my dad cut some 2X4's for me. I upholstered the top piece of wood so it would be nice and cushy for my boobless chest and screwed in two chair springs between the two pieces of wood. I was crushed to find out that I didn't win the Science Fair. It probably went to some kid who made something useful to skinny people, like a mini-cold fusion reactor or something lame like that.
I'm frustrated with my lack of weight loss, but I can't blame that on Power 90 because, up until now, I couldn't do the cardio. I'm going to try to do the Level 1 cardio tomorrow and see if I flare. My ribs informed me tonight that I had a choice: I could either do more back flies, or I could breathe. You guessed it. I chose breathing. We'll see what tomorrow brings.