By the second week my workout pants no longer felt like designer tourniquets. And, over Thanksgiving, my mother-in-law—never one to pass out compliments lightly—told me I looked “great.”
The two weeks were insanely challenging and the program interfered with my lifestyle—grabbing dinner with friends became an ordeal, I was spending time carefully planning my days around my workouts and meals, and I was constantly thinking about what I was eating.