It's noon and I need a nap.

first of all, food logging sucks. It legitmately forces you (if you do it like you're supposed to) to see EVERYTHING about what you're eating. It was suggested by Darin I get the myfitnesspal app and log my food on there, and that way I wouldn't be stuck writing it all out on paper. Myfitnesspal, after you log your food for the day, breaks everything down. It even gives you a little pie chart that shows you fat, protein and carbs, which, we won't get in to what peice of that pie is bigger right now (I seem to love carbs, fyi) but it's really eye opening. It also tells you how many fat grams and such you've eaten. So far, the only thing I've gone "in the red" with, was some kind of saturated fat the "goal" was zero for. It's a nifty app, but you can authorize people to look at your diary, which feels invasive. But it's less work than writing everything out then Darin or I writing out the calories for everything. Go get the app! it's freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Weekends seem to be the biggest problem for me, because I generally don't have to work, meaning there is no structure. Like, when I'm at work, I tell myself "payroll deducting from the coffee cart/gift shop only makes you poor and fat", so on monday I usually bring my food for the week and eat out of that, which is controlled. I go to the grocery store on Sunday afternoons (with the rest of America). But on Saturdays, when I go in the kitchen and there's a box of cinnamon toast crunch, or when papaw cooks and there is gravy and biscuits, it's a lot harder to stay focused on not eating myself in to a food induced coma than it is during the week.

During my last workout, I was doing these squats (seriously. there aren't enough words in the english language to convey how much I hate them) and I do three sets of twelve. I did the first set and a half with out a ton of effort, but my 24th squat, my legs felt like they locked up and I hovered a little, but got up. Between sets, there's like a 60-90 second break to 'recover', and when I started the third set, I was panicking in my head, which up to this point has never happened. I was cussing up a storm in my head, and then I was like okay ness, just count to three four times. okay. one. sweet god. two. %#$ my life. three. I'm gonna die. four. this $@!* is ridiculous. five. help me. six. halfway done. seven. eight. SERIOUSLY?!. nine. when I started the tenth, my legs LITERALLY locked up. I fell back down on the risers and tried again, and I can't even get across how crazy my legs felt. I tried again and fell back, and we stopped. Apparently pushing your muscles to the point of failure isn't a terrible thing, which I think it is. All jokes aside, I'm being super serious, If someone had walked in that studio with a gun, I for real would have been dead. I couldn't have gotten up. And now, for some reason, all I can think about is how I didnt finish the last two squats. That was the first (and for some reason I don't feel like the last) time I wasn't able to finish the set and it's bothering me. Like. It's just a weird feeling.

Katy Perry has a new song called "wide awake" that I kinda love. just incase any of my three readers are looking for something new and exciting.

That's all for now friends, oh, and happy diddy's day to all the dad's reading this. which by my guess is approximately zero. God is love, Rev Run.
I'm in a weird mood. don't judge. long hair don't care.

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:)