Part four in a four-week series on beauty editor Lesa Hannah’s experience at Best Body Bootcamp (bestbodybootcamp.com).

Monday: Never before has the desire to sleep in been stronger than it is this morning. It must be the result of my True Blood hangover. I consider bailing for a moment, but then fight through my sloth and go. To work our lower bodies, we do duck walks—squatting while taking 10 steps forward and then back. Reps of side lunges and squatting while jumping are broken up with jog-sprint-walk laps around the park and bursts of suicide laps. I imagine that my belly is being blasted of excess as I muster all my energy to tear through the grass. At the office, I flip the bird to the now-broken-for-a-month-elevator as I head for the stairs. Read the rest of this entry »

Part three in a four-week series on beauty editor Lesa Hannah’s experience at Best Body Bootcamp (bestbodybootcamp.com).

Monday: I was really hoping that waking up would be easier by now, but not so. Dragging my ass from the warm, delicious comfort of my bed requires the same amount of willpower as it did in week one. For legs we’re made to do jumping jacks, variations of squats that include some form of jump, burpies and a one-legged raised knee kick that has such a martial arts feel to it, I quietly chant a Karate Kid command to myself for fun. Then have a moment of silence for Mr. Miyagi. We’ve barely recovered when we’re made to run a lap around the park. Then we do it all again. THREE MORE TIMES. After each round I collapse into a heap on my mat. I don’t recall ever feeling this spent before. Oh, and one more thing: Why do I still feel fat? Read the rest of this entry »

Part two in a four-week series on beauty editor Lesa Hannah’s experience at Best Body Bootcamp (bestbodybootcamp.com).

Monday: Does my belly look like it’s protruding less or am I imagining it? Sadly, I am hallucinating because my pants still dig into the soft flesh that is my pot. On this fine morning, my legs are seriously getting taken to task with a series of lunges, side skates, squats, jumping jacks and calf raises. I expect to be fully sore the next day or thereafter and…nothing? What gives? Don’t even try to tell me I’m not working hard enough. Read the rest of this entry »