first workout sans Darin was fairly productive, I'd say. I really must be serious because I did hack squats yesterday and I worked out alone. Meaning, no one would ever know if I didn't do them. And let me say, as usual in every post, I'm sick of squats. Any kind. I'm kinda worried my legs are gonna get bulky/not smaller/gross(er). I also hate when I go to the gym and there are approximately 957 people there. I got a little anxious and ended up spending like 20 extra minutes on the bike before I convinced myself I have to get off of it sometime and actually do something.
While I was pedaling my way to China, I started thinking about stuff I want to be able to do. Like, I'd like to be able to do a legit pushup, and by "a pushup" I mean one. uno. goose egg. not 10, not 12, do not pass go, do not collect 200$. one. and I'd be a happy camper.
I've GOT to start drinking more water and lay off the soft drinks. yeah. I ruined my whole "two months without one" thing this weekend, and I've probably not drank a whole bottle of water in 2 days and now my sugar cravings are damn near constant. Which they were kinda getting under control before I ruined my life with a mountain dew. the juice of the devil. or the nectar of the gods, if you're like me and could drink a 2 liter in a day. Don't judge me. I also have yet to find anything that I want to cook out of any cookbook other than Paula Deen's cooking bible. I guess ooey gooey butter cake wouldn't count as 'clean eating'.
Sometimes when my iPod is on shuffle, I wonder how certain songs got on there. Clearly I have misjudged my taste in music or someone has stolen my iPod (again) and put some nice pre-teen justin bieber/one direction songs on there. Is it bad I like Chris Brown even though he slugged Rihanna? whatever, I'm never going to be within right hook range, so I'm okay with being that girl. I'm going to hell for jokes like this and some I'm not going to post on this blog.
Back in January, I downloaded the bible app on my android market, and I started reading one of the free devotionals from Joyce Myers and now I get an email every day from 'youversion' that are progressively getting more agressive. Like, it started out "hey you're 2 days behind" then they were like "hey, need some encouragement?" and now they're like "WE'RE PRAYING FOR YOUR SOUL. HOPE YOU DON'T GO TO HELL!" uh, Chill. Out.
ENOUGH.
Okay. anyways, I'm going to try my hardest to get the gym all 5 days this week because I want to be lazy as can be this weekend again. I seriously was probably out of my bed for maybe 2 hours on Saturday. I did do a bunch of crunches and bicycle kicks in my bed though during teen mom commercials (watching TM always makes me feel better about my life). I also read 4 books and napped, which was fabulous. Then Sunday I messed around in Asheville, almost bought a new dress in target and then saw Magic Mike again with becky, kalynn and kathy.
That's all for this installment of maybe bulimia could do you some good, tubby. I'm gonna try to think of some interesting things to say before thursdays post.
=]
(p.s. bulimia is no joke, but because I'm the most inappropriate person I know, I made it a joke. If you're offended, this blog isn't for you, just fyi.)
While I was pedaling my way to China, I started thinking about stuff I want to be able to do. Like, I'd like to be able to do a legit pushup, and by "a pushup" I mean one. uno. goose egg. not 10, not 12, do not pass go, do not collect 200$. one. and I'd be a happy camper.
I've GOT to start drinking more water and lay off the soft drinks. yeah. I ruined my whole "two months without one" thing this weekend, and I've probably not drank a whole bottle of water in 2 days and now my sugar cravings are damn near constant. Which they were kinda getting under control before I ruined my life with a mountain dew. the juice of the devil. or the nectar of the gods, if you're like me and could drink a 2 liter in a day. Don't judge me. I also have yet to find anything that I want to cook out of any cookbook other than Paula Deen's cooking bible. I guess ooey gooey butter cake wouldn't count as 'clean eating'.
Sometimes when my iPod is on shuffle, I wonder how certain songs got on there. Clearly I have misjudged my taste in music or someone has stolen my iPod (again) and put some nice pre-teen justin bieber/one direction songs on there. Is it bad I like Chris Brown even though he slugged Rihanna? whatever, I'm never going to be within right hook range, so I'm okay with being that girl. I'm going to hell for jokes like this and some I'm not going to post on this blog.
Back in January, I downloaded the bible app on my android market, and I started reading one of the free devotionals from Joyce Myers and now I get an email every day from 'youversion' that are progressively getting more agressive. Like, it started out "hey you're 2 days behind" then they were like "hey, need some encouragement?" and now they're like "WE'RE PRAYING FOR YOUR SOUL. HOPE YOU DON'T GO TO HELL!" uh, Chill. Out.
ENOUGH.
Okay. anyways, I'm going to try my hardest to get the gym all 5 days this week because I want to be lazy as can be this weekend again. I seriously was probably out of my bed for maybe 2 hours on Saturday. I did do a bunch of crunches and bicycle kicks in my bed though during teen mom commercials (watching TM always makes me feel better about my life). I also read 4 books and napped, which was fabulous. Then Sunday I messed around in Asheville, almost bought a new dress in target and then saw Magic Mike again with becky, kalynn and kathy.
That's all for this installment of maybe bulimia could do you some good, tubby. I'm gonna try to think of some interesting things to say before thursdays post.
=]
(p.s. bulimia is no joke, but because I'm the most inappropriate person I know, I made it a joke. If you're offended, this blog isn't for you, just fyi.)
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