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exercise plan

After yeserday's random-nings post...I recieved an email with the below exercise plan...



which I must admit sounds completely do-able!



::wink::


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Begin your routine by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side.



With a 5-lb potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can.



Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.



Each day you'll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.



After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato sacks.



Then try 50-lb potato sacks and eventually work up to where you can lift a 100-lb potato sack in each hand and hold it your arms straight for more than a full minute.









After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each of the sacks.

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Mama Skates said…
hilarious! i'll start that plan with ya! ;0)
October 29, 2008 at 8:30 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
Ha Ha HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!
I might be able to handle that one! Thanks for the laugh!
October 29, 2008 at 5:29 PM
Mrs. M said…
Oh you totally had me! I was thinking Really? 50lb? Wow!! Who buys 50lb of potatoes?
lol...
Thanks for the laugh!
October 29, 2008 at 6:09 PM
Shanna Grimes said…
I'll do that exercise plan with u if we can make french fries out of the potatoes ;)
October 30, 2008 at 12:16 AM
Anonymous said…
You had me going to...I got to the 100 lb sack and was like, wow, do they make them that big?? lol

Remember, before starting ANY kind of exercise program and/or diet, ALWAYS consult with your doctor first. You could end up doing more damage than good if you do something the wrong way!
October 30, 2008 at 10:16 AM
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