Now last week we had our inner warrior come out and mine was taking in a Broadway show and flew in this week on the red-eye. His name is Enrique and he has a fabulous glitter vest and top hat. Go figure. He can be a little temperamental, so while I was coping with my upped dosage of PCOS meds he decided to take over my communication with others (overly dramatic high jinks ensue).
I think he was trying to come up with a Haiku of some kind and he decided to use "Jackie" and "jackass" in the first line. I know that Jackie is doing her best to help me and I can't help it if Enrique gets defensive. He doesn't like it when people don't take time to understand PCOS. I think if Jackie took more time to sit down with Dr. Cohen and me, we could get the results we want.
Now onto our fantastic MMA fighter workout. I'm a huge fan of a workout that includes attractive men, but they are a little too intense for my taste. It's a hard workout and to make matters worse I am stuck with Jeana, who seems more concerned with getting phone numbers from these guys than getting an actual workout -- hence me being able to wrestle her to the ground.