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About rachaelneagle

I am a 39 year old wife and mother.I have two children, ages 5 and 2. I am passionate about my family, God and getting healthy. I love to learn as much as I can about health and wellness and share that information with others.

Update on Being Infuriated


So I was able to read the entire Vanity Fair article on their web site. I thought I would post the infamous quote and few other of my favs.

In regards to Tom Brady and Bridget Moynahan’s son:

After John Edward Thomas Moynahan was born, in August 2007, Brady and Gisele began shuttling between Boston, where Brady’s football team is based, and Los Angeles, where Moynahan lives. “When we are in L.A. we have Johnny 50 percent of the time,” Gisele says. “He’s a little angel—the sweetest, most cuddly, loving baby. I feel blessed to have him in my life.”
Last year she and Brady purchased an $11.7 million plot of land in a gated community in Brentwood. Despite their commitment to spending time with John, however, Gisele has never met his mother. “I understand that he has a mom, and I respect that, but to me it’s not like because somebody else delivered him, that’s not my child. I feel it is, 100 percent,” Gisele says. “I want him to have a great relationship with his mom, because that’s important, but I love him the same way as if he were mine. I already feel like he’s my son, from the first day.”

I think reading it for myself only mad me more mad. She states in the article that she has never even met Moynahan. I’d say that’s an issue. Personally, if I was the mom I would not let my kid spend that amount of time around a woman I have never even met.

This quote was one of my favorites:

“I would like a big family,” she says. “I love children. This is what I want to have in my life. This is why you get married—you want to create those roots together; you want to give that to your kids. I would also love to adopt a child from Brazil. When you come from São Paulo, you see five-year-olds sniffing glue on the corner. You think, If you make a difference in the life of one of them, that makes your time on this earth worthwhile. I will have a colorful family, like a rainbow. I have dogs from rescue; they are all my dogs. Children are like little angels—there’s no way you can’t love them.”

I am sure her “rescue” dogs are glad to know that they are held in as high esteem as her other dogs … the ones she actually gave birth to herself are we to presume? The dogs are referenced in several places in the article. They were present at the wedding wearing lace outfits made by Dolce and Gabbana that matched her gown. Apparently she ate during the interview and fed one of her dogs a lamb chop.


Quivering with anticipation, her Yorkshire terrier sits slavishly at her feet. “Vida, Vida, Vida,” Gisele croons. “‘Vida’ means life; she’s the golden girl—that’s why I call her Golden. She loves the bone. She deserves a little bone!” Cooing, Gisele hands a lamb chop to Vida, who snatches it and runs. “Vida, let’s make a deal: I’ll give you a bone every day—you live forever!”

All in all, I am not like a hater or anything. It is impressive that she left school at 14 and now has a net worth of $150 million and she speaks multiple languages. Just thought I would update you on the goings on. Also, she never refers to the kid as a “love child”. That was People magazines phrasing so I retract what I wrote regarding that.

Here is a pic from People yesterday

File this one under Infuriated


Those reading who know me well are well acquainted with my addiction to pop culture and celebrity gossip. I am not proud of this and know that it does little improve me as a person. It’s not like checking throughout the day actually makes me more knowledgeble about current events (well maybe in does in certain circles). So as I was checking Facebook and email today I made my requiste stop by the aforementioned celebrity magazine web site. One of the top stories really caught my eye and quite frankly PISSED me off.

I have kind of kept up with the whole Bridget Moynahan and Tom Brady saga since the beginning. If you are unfamiliar on this situation, here is the skinny. They dated for 3 or so years. Broke up. He immediately (like within days, so that makes one a little suspicious) started dating Giselle Bundchin (a super model) About 2-3 months after the break-up Ms. Moynahan goes public with the fact that she is in fact pregnant with her ex’s baby. (She actually broke the news stateside while Mr. Brady and his new girlfriend were VERY publicly vacationing in Paris). One can only assume she told him first, before telling the world, but who knows.

Now, Tom Brady has described himself as  “conservative and religious” (he is Catholic). Irony! However, he allowed his ex to go through her entire pregnancy alone and was not even present for the birth of his son. When the boy was born his mother named him and gave him HER last name (you go girl!). She lives in L.A. while Brady resides in New York with his new wife. He is a football player so he is occupied from fall through February and then is “free” to come and spend time with his son. Now that you are all caught up, her is the article from

Bridget Moynahan Upset Over Gisele’s Comments About Her Son

Originally posted Friday April 03, 2009 02:10 PM EDT

From left; Bridget Moynahan, Tom Brady and Gisele BündchenPhoto by: IPHOTO; Getty; Wireimage
Bridget Upset Over Gisele's Comments About Her Son | Bridget Moynahan, Gisele Bundchen, Tom Brady

While friends and family gather in Costa Rica to help Tom Brady and Gisele Bündchen celebrate their wedding weekend, Bridget Moynahan – the mother of Brady’s 1½-year-old son, John Edward Thomas Moynahan – is headed to Vancouver, to start a new movie. 

But in the week leading up to the festivities in Central America, a soap opera involving all three adults was shaping up, kicking off with Bündchen’s expansive remarks to Vanity Fair, in which she said she considered young John Edward her very own child. 

“It’s not like because somebody else delivered him, that’s not my child,” said the supermodel, 28. “I love him the same way as if he were mine. I already feel like he’s my son, from the first day.” 

That apparently didn’t sit well with those in Moynahan’s inner circle. A source close to the 37-year-old model-actress tells PEOPLE, “Bridget has her own life, she doesn’t need to be involved in the drama of all this, and she finds it disrespectful that her son is being paraded around in front of the paparazzi when she’s specifically made it a point of keeping him away from that.” 

The source went on to say pointedly, “I can count on two hands, in two years, the number of times Bridget has been photographed with that baby. I can count on two hands the number of times in the past month that Gisele has been photographed with that baby.” 

In an even more personal attack, the source said, “If Tom is such a great father as everyone likes to say, then you would think that he’d respect the privacy of his young child and would ask his wife not to use his son as a publicity prop and a subject of public discussion.” 

Moynahan on Motherhood

For her part, Moynahan’s most direct comments on the situation appeared inHarper’s Bazaar. She told the magazine, “When you’re suddenly pregnant and no one is standing by your side, even if you’re in your 30s, it’s a hard conversation. I’m a traditional girl, and I believe in marriage, and I just always thought that’s the way I’d be doing this.” Moynahan, who was with New England Patriots quarterback Brady, 31, for three years before they broke up and she subsequently announced her pregnancy, added, “For a moment, it was hard for me to accept that this was the way I was going to have a family.”

So, for whatever reason, this really infuriated me. First of all, going back to the very beginning, what kind of selfish jerk lets an ex (even if it is on bad terms) go through pregnancy and childbirth ALONE! Second, you would think that even if he has now found the love of his life he could be (and make damn sure she is) more respectful of his “baby mammas” feelings.

But what really has me mad are the comments that were made in the interview Giselle gave to Vanity Fair.  Although not mentioned in the People article above, she refers to Brady’s son as a “love child”. Who the hell uses phrases like love child? Then she goes on to say that she loves the child as much as if her were her own. Ok, on some level, I get that. I have always thought that if you are going to marry someone who has children already and you are accepting the role of becoming a stepparent (which in many cases can be the most thankless job in the world) then you need to embrace those kids as your own. I have several friends and a set of cousins who grew up with “step monsters” and were treated as second class citizens in their own parents homes. I guess behavior treatment such as this is where we get the phrase “treated like a red headed stepchild, huh? This behavior is deplorable on the part of any adult. When you get married you get the whole package: the family and all the baggage that that entails along with it.

We have friends, Eddie and Beth, who have a blended family. Eddie was previously married and has a son from that relationship. He and Beth also have two children together. Their family was one of the first I have ever seen navigate the waters of blending and melding two families together with such love and grace. Beth considers Eddie son to be like her own in the sense that he is a “bonus kid” for her, a blessing! Their family would not be the same without him. Eddie and Beth have worked hard in the years I have known them to embrace Eddie’s ex and her new family and to make sure that the relationship is a good one. The lines of communication must be open and mutual respect is of paramount importance. Although I have not seen their son in quite some time I can only imagine that he has benfitted greatly and thrives from having two sets of loving parents. Divorce is never ideal, especially when kids are involved. That is why the adults have to make it the best situation possible. This family inspires me.

So maybe that makes me seem a bit hypocritical in feeling so strongly about the comments made in Vanity Fair. To me, there is just something so inflammatory about the way she addressed the issue.

“It is not like because somebody else delivered him, that’s not my child,” said the supermodel, 28. “I love him the way as if he were mine. I already feel like he’s my son, from the first day.”

Oh really Giselle …you see where I come from unless you went through the blood (and I do mean blood), sweat (buckets of it), and tears (oh, the tears!) it took to bring that baby into the world (not to mention the nine months it took to carry him) IT IS NOT YOUR CHILD!

(**Disclaimer: Please know that I am not refering that statement in any way to adoptive parents who are everyday heroes!**)

Perhaps I am placing myself too much in Briget Moynahan’s shoes: dumped, rejected for another woman, impregnanted, humiliated and ledt ALONE … and now that other woman has the audacity to call this baby her own. I would want to punch her in the face. You know, let’s be fair, maybe he comments were misconstrued or taken out of context by the reporter. She is from Brazil and English is her second language so we could chalk it up to the language barrier … but really it just seems cruel and thoughtless. She also has not yet had her own children so maybe there is a certain degree of immaturity and naivete to her words. Either way, she owes her husbands son’s MOTHER a huge apology.

Your thoughts? I would really love to know. Am I way off base her?

Birthday Boy




So I know this is a little late in coming, but I wanted to share some pictures and details from Ephraim’s first birthday. His birthday was February 18th, but since Daddy had class that evening, we celebrated with a big bash on the 19th. We kept it pretty low key with just a few friends and our families. We were so blessed that so many people were here to celebrate our beautiful boy on his special day.


Ready to blow out the candle

Ready to blow out the candle


Is there something on my face?

Is there something on my face?

Yummy and So Sweet!

I think he loved it, whatever it was!

I think he loved it, whatever it was!


Favorite gifts of all!

Favorite gifts of all!


I still cannot believe how this first year has flown by. It really does seem like yesterday that this amazing little man burst into our lives bringing with him lots of late night feedings, diaper changes and early morning wake up calls. However, he has also brought us the most immense sense of JOY we have ever known. I feel incredibly blessed and honored to be his Mommy and feel like I learn so much from him everyday. I love to see him explore and experience the world around him. Every day is an new discovery and with it come new challenges, yes, but there is no balance between how full my heart is and how tired my body is, my heart wins out every time!


Fresh from the womb

Fresh from the womb


At Last We Meet

At Last We Meet


I love you little man. You are my treasure and the other great love of my life. Thank you for the most wonderful year yet. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you and being your “mama mama”.


Five days old

Five days old


Mama and baby

Mama and baby

Falling Apart


img_1278It is happening already. I am 34 1/2 years old and my body feels like it is starting to fall apart. I am sitting on the floor right now with feet elevated and ankles in compression braces hoping to heal some injury that I am not sure how I even got. I am frustrated because this is just one of the many unexplainable health issues I am faced with presently. I would take a picture of my medicine cabinet to show you the stacks of prescriptions and health supplements I am taking, but that would require getting up from my perch and that is simply not possible at the moment. Try explaining this to a one year old who, thankfully, is napping right now.

I am not sure if the battles I am facing right now are age related and a combination of factors including stress, lack of sleep and hormone disruptions from pregnancy and breast feeding. I have also wondered if it is psychosomatic. All I know is I am tired of feeling sick and tired and going to the doctor and filling another prescription and paying another co-pay …all to little or no avail. 

If any of you watch Oprah, you know that she has begun an international discussion on the subject of women, hormones and health care. She feels that countless women are suffering in silence, not knowing what is going on at the hormonal level in their bodies and doctors are not providing adequate (or any) treatment or information to help them understand the physiological changes taking place. I have become very intrigued by this topic because I think I fall squarely into this category: feeling like my hormones are wacked out and not really having a clear understanding of what all the hormones do. Sadly, i used to teach science and this is a subject I really do not know anything about. It was not until reading a book on peri-menopause (which begins for most women around 35 and precedes menopause) that I learned that your hormones regulate everything in your body. When they become imbalanced the whole body suffers in strange and often very subtle ways.

For me, I think a lot of this dates back to college when I battled an eating disorder and my low and fluxuating weight sent the hormones into a tizzy. I think it was later exacerbated by going on and then off of birth control. Throw in a tremendous amount of stress and lack of sleep and welcome to what they call adrenal fatigue. I have lived at this level for a few years now, I think and it has manifested in some strange ways, one of which was being diagnosed with Burning Mouth Syndrome a few years ago. Not fun! Through my own research and endeavors to get rid of this frustrating condition I realized that I have been chronically clenching my teeth for years and am now having to get braces again to fix my bite which was messed up from wearing a night gaurd. I told you it was weird. 

Most of you know that it took Michael and I several years to conceive Ephraim. I suffered one miscarriage during that time and the decision was made that once we got pregnant again, I would immediately go on progesterone. I had no idea why, but filled the prescription, took the pill and that was that. It was not until later, after doing some research that I learned what progesterone actually does and why it is essential that your levels be high enough in order to hang onto a pregnancy once you have conceived. Your progesterone level stays really high throughout the pregnancy, but especially during the 1st trimester. This is why women are so exhausted those first 14 weeks, progesterone makes you feel tired. Once you deliver the little one, the level drops sharply along with estrogen as well (if you are breast feeding). Low estrogen is why getting preggo again while nursing can be difficult (but not impossible: hello surprise babies!) and also why you gotta use lots of lubricant during sex after baby. 

I felt pretty good right after having E, C-section aside, up until he was about 2 1/2 months old and then I felt like the bottom dropped out. The pain in my mouth that had disappeared during the pregnancy was back with a vengeance. That combined with all the other new mom issues sent me into a state of depression. I was struggling and looking for answers. I went to see my M.D., who I adore, and he ran all the routine blood work. It all came back normal. I was starting to feel like I was either crazy or oppressed by a demon since I felt like crap but my tests all said I was perfectly healthy. At this point I embarked on my own research and became well acquainted with googling. This can be a good thing when you find helpful information. It is also like opening Pandora’s Box since there are some pretty terrifying scenarios out there. One thing I did learn was that other women (most menopausal) find relief from the BMS by using progesterone cream. Could that be why I was not in pain while pregnant? Who knows. I bought some cream and started using it. I felt better quickly. I was not cured, but I was feeling better. 

When Ephraim turned 9 months old I made the decision to wean him and start taking an anti-depressant called Cymbalta. My doctor recommended it for treating the BMS, but what I felt I needed it for was ongoing situational depression (as Becky called it). Michael had noticed that I just was not myself, there was no spark or energy and I was overwhelmed by the tasks of mothering and running a household. I took the pill and started to feel better rather quickly. I have never really been an advocate for anti-depressants, but in this case I felt it was warranted and beneficial. The problem is that while the Cymbalta may treat the symptoms, I am still not sure we have arrived at the main cause. And here in lies my incredible frustration with the state of Western medicine today. It feels like there is a pill for every problem and a doctor ready and waiting to prescribe them. My thing is that I don’t want to mask or cover up symptoms. I want to figure out what the hell is going wrong in my body and fix it. If that means changes in my lifestyle and attitudes, so be it. What I am beginning to realize though is that in order to accomplish this I need to take a holistic, or whole body, approach. This may mean seeking out alternative medicines and treatments. I am okay with that, but it is also unchartered waters and a little scary. The bottom-line is that I have decided to become my own advocate. 

For me, this means starting back at the beginning …with the hormones. Of all the doctors I have seen recently, the one that encouraged me to seek this information out was my eye doctor. I have been dealing with an ongoing inflammatory issue (iritis) in my left eye since September. I have had to stop wearing my contacts for weeks or months at a time and am currently putting 3 different types of eye drops in my eyes 6 times a day. Holy crap! Dr. Beddow is the one that told me that after pregnancy and nursing a woman can have tremendous issues with vision and dry eyes. The chronically dry eyes can lead to inflammation and even ulcers on your cornea. (Makes since that if your va-ja-ja is dry from low estrogen that your eyes and skin might be too, huh?) I looked up some information on the internet and found that what he had told me was true. When I went to the natural pharmacy here in town and talked to the pharmacist about the iritis he showed me a flow chart of the steroid hormones in the body. He said researches created the corti-steroid Prednisone (I have been putting this in my eye for 2 months now) to mimic that natural hormone pregnanolone that is made in the body to reduce inflammation. Pregnanolone is what progesterone is made from. It is all coming full-circle.

So, here is the deal. On the 26th of this month I will be spending the first 30 minutes of my day spitting my saliva into a tube and then doing the same thing before I go to bed that night. I will then send these test tubes full of my spit off to a lab and they will test the following hormones: testosterone (which gives us girls a libido), progesterone, estrogen, DHEA (known as the fountain of youth hormone, low levels can cause things like premature graying of your hair) and cortisol (your stress hormone). This is where I am starting on my journey to wellness. You may be wondering why the saliva test and not the blood test. Saliva is far more accurate that blood. I have already had my thyroid tested and it is off. Symptoms of this include dry skin, fatigue, heavy periods, constipation, easy weight gain (hello!), cold intolerance. I am currently all of these. Whahoo!

I could go on and on about this. I will spare you. I am just asking that you pray for me and I undertake a journey to get my health back. It’s not like it is gone, but I don’t want to be dealing with this crap or even worse 10 years from now. And of you are experiencing your own body/health issues I encourage you to seek out information and become your won advocate as well. Be open to natural therapies and treatments. I am already using chiropractic and some acupuncture. The next step will be based on the results of the saliva tests. Please just pray that there is clarity and no confusion. Thanks to you all.

365 Days of Ephraim!


I absolutely cannot believe that Ephraim turns one tomorrow! Where, oh where has the time gone? Everyone always tells you when you are a new parent to enjoy the time becuase it goes by so quickly, as if you could blink and suddenly your kid is graduating from high school. The reality is that those first few months and weeks with a newborn are so dissficult that you do wish you could fast forward through it somehow. Just get through it and get to the good stuff. My mom kept telling me during those hard days to just wait, as soon as he hit four months it would get really fun. She was right, but we she didn’t tell me is that time suddenly shifts from a slow crawl to light speed. I woke up today the mother of a one year old.

So I am going to spend today and tomorrow (indulge me) reflecting on the past year with my little miracle. In the early, early days I tried to keep a daily journal. It slowly turned into weeks and then months and the last entry is around 4 months. How I wish now that I had kept up with it. I wish I could go back and relive every moment and make sure to savor it. All of it. Even the tough stuff. The fact that these are days I will never get back with him is hard on a mother’s heart. I had that realization when he began to make the slow transition from tiny, helpless newborn to more active and independent dynamo. No longer would he let me just sit and snuggle him. Instead he became quite the squirmer and needed to be constantly in motion. When I finally threw in the towel and gave up on breastfeeding at nine months I expected to feel immense relief. Instead I miss it and try to remember what it was like to hold his tiny body skin to skin with my own and nourish him in a way that only I could provide. Those quiet moments alone, just me and him … i wish time could stand still sometimes.

These are the things and many others that I want to hold onto because one day my tiny son, my first born, will grow into a quite independent man and he will leave us and forge a family and a life of his own. The commitment that I am making now it to drink in everyday of his life and enjoy this time. Enjoy the ups and downs, the teething and fussiness, the being awoken by the sound of his cry in the middle of the night, the smell of his freshly bathed baby skin, the sound of his baby babble that will too soon give way to his first words and sentences.

I am reminded of the childrens book “Love You Forever”

It begins …

A mother held her new baby and

very slowly rocked him back and forth,

back and forth, back and forth.

And while she held him she sang ..

“I’ll love you forever

I’ll like you for always

As long as I’m living

              my baby you’ll be”

I know just how she feels.

My little valentine!

My little valentine!

Bailout Perspective: Combined Costs


The current total bailout money spent as of November 24, 2008 is $$.6 Trillion. That is more than the combined amount spent on the following:

The New Deal
The Louisiana Purchase
The Marshall Plan
The Korean War
The Vietnam War
The Iraq War
Every NASA project in US history
The Savings and Loan Crisis

The combined total of all of these events is a grand total of $4 trillion

I want to strongly urge you to contact your senators and U.S. Representatives and let them know how you feel about passing the additional bailout/economic stimulus package being proposed by the White House.

This is not a Republican v. Democrat issue. This is about the people in our country taking a stand against pork barreling and out of control spending. Blame for that falls on both sides of the aisle.

We have already seen and are continuing to see everyday the irresponsible ways in which bailout money has been spent by the entities that have received it. The last bailout was passed so quickly that no checks and balances were put into place to insure that the funds were being used in the manner for which they were intended … to rescue our failing economy.

The newly proposed stimulus package includes a lot of pork (a swim park in Florida) and many of the measures will not be put into place until 2012. That is not doing anything to help our current situation.

Please consider this spending package wisely and get as much unbiased information as you can. Then ACT! Remember, this is OUR money and the future debt of our children and grandchildren.

Fitness Revolution!!!


My oldest sister, Samantha, is our family fitness guru. She has been a personal trainer for several years now and teaches all different sorts of classes at her gym, The Amarillo Town Club. I used to take her Trekk It class when we were at the same gym. It was a interval running class that we did on treadmills. She was a great teacher, but the gym closed the class (no idea why) and she moved on to bigger and better things. She has been a serious runner for quite a few years now. She has done a few marathons and half-marathons. She would have done more, but she has battled some injuries. Last summer, she was approached by the fitness director at ATC about becoming certified to teach a class called Body Attack. She did and now teaches a couple of times a week at 5:30 in the a.m. Crazy woman!

SInce I have been fighting the battle of the post baby bulge I have called on her numerous times for advice: diet and exercise tips. strength training schedule, etc. She has been encouraging me for a while to come and try Body Attack. She knows there is no way in hell I would ever go at 5:30 in the morning, but there are other BA classes later in the day taught by someone else. She even got me some free passes to her gym. She also let me borrow one of her training DVD’s a few months ago. I still have not watched it. They send her a new DVD every quarter with new choreography that she has to learn. She also has to video herself teaching the class to become/stay certified. She failed the first time. Samantha has never failed anything in her life. Ever.

So last Thursday night we went to dinner at her house. My dad was in town and wanted to see his girls and grandkids. Kev, Lex and the trio were headed to Dallas for the weekend so it would just be The Holder’s and The Neagle’s. We ate dinner and sat around and talked for a while. Samantha had to leave the room briefly to take a phone call. It was someone else seeking her fitness expertise. At this point the conversation between she and I rolled around to Body Attack. She was talking about how “stinkin’ fun” it is and the bonus that you can burn 900 calories in 60 minutes. What the? Did I hear that right. So, admittedly, my curiousity was piqued. She broke out her recent training DVD. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.  It can only be described as Richard Simmons met with a worhip team sprinkled with a little bit of cult activity. Let me explain:

First of all, imagine like a highschool gym or auditoreum with a stage in the center and an open floor. There were like 6 Body Attack leaders on the stage all dressed in matching athletic gear: black tight shorts and yellow tops. There are men, whose body hair is all shaved off, and women. They all have headset mics on. They speak with an accent because they are all New Zealanders. Something about this makes me think of Hillsong United, the big church in Australia where Darlene Czech (she sang Shout To the Lord) is from. For whatever reason they look like a workout worship team.

The house lights go dim and the stage is spotlighted. The entire floor of the room they are in is covered in people. Standing room only practically. This is the house of fitness Gods and they have come to worship. The music starts and it is like house techno dance music. The instructors begin dancing and hoping and springing and lunging and plyometricing and push-uping and you name it. They bounce and bounce (like Richard Simmons) with seemilgly endless energy. They even sing along with the music at certain parts and play air guitar and drums. They rotate in and out who is the leader for the different exercise segments. Whoever just led runs to side stage and the TV Screen splits so you can see them perform the modified move (easier one) of what is happening on stage. They are all sweating buckets and glistening and bouncing. They show the crowd and it is an ocean of sweaty bodies performing these exercises in unison and loving every minute of it. It’s like they all drank the purple kool aid …or gatorade in this case.

I sat in shock and awe. They all reminded me of the National Cheerleading Competition on ESPN. Some of the moves looked like cheerleading moves. There was just no tumbling. I thought, “If I show up to take this class I am going to humiliate myself.” After all, I am the girl that was gently asked to leave step aerobics because whenever the teacher zigged, I zagged. I was a danger to myself and others. At least with this there is no step or other equipment involved. Just your body attempting to overcome gravity.

Samantha kept saying, “doesn’t this look like fun?” And to be fair, the people did appear to be having fun. I just can’t quite imagine myself in the mix. I am still just so surprised that this big time runner is loving life as a Body Attacker. She explained that because they train in all ranges of motion she is no longer getting injured like she was when running. That is a plus. Then there is the whole 900 calorie thing. Another plus for sure. As she said, “Who wouldn’t want to burn 900 calories?” I think she could read the nervousness on face. She started telling me about all of the little old ladies and old men that take the class. “Bob is in my class and he is 68!” Wow, so if a 68 year old can do this, surely I can. Then she said that Whitt (her husband) and Alan (my doctor and her friend) take the class. I didn’t need that mental image.

So, I am mulling it over. I admit, I am intimidated. Majorly. The treadmill/elliptical/bike/stair climber does not intimidate me. They can’t snicker at me behind my back. So I am thinking maybe tomorrow I will dust off the dvd she gave me and give it a try. I will let you know how it goes.

Here is a You Tube video I found of Les Mills Body Attack. It gets good about 1:00 minute in.