The many faces of Nessie.

So, can we talk about how awesome today was? and by we, I mean I'm going to talk about it. I mean, there were a couple things I'd change but like I said last post, you win some, you lose some.

Just to clear up any confusion this blog will not be about the many faces of the Loch Ness monster. Everyone calls me Nessie. I mean so much so that even when I talk to myself sometimes (don't act like you don't do it) I call myself Nessie, Ness or if whatever I'm doing calls for me to think like a dinosaur, Nestar (ness-tar is how you say it, thanks to Natalie for that gem). Don't ask me what calls for me thinking like a dinosaur.

Also this is the second time I've typed this up. My first one got deleted. That goes on the "lost some" list today. That and my shoulder blade muscles being sore. I can't remember or spell what Darin told me they were. So shoulder blade muscles it is. Not sure how to fix it so obviously the answer is to lay in my bed all weekend.

I slept in, got up and watched boy meets world, then went to ab-tech (that was my first mistake) to read through some stuff while Rebecca was in class, then I went and worked out then met Myra and Denise out in Asheville. Also, I think I need to work on my "for the love of all that is good and holy SHUT UP" face, because apparently to the creep next to me in the open lab at gayb-tech, thought it looked a lot like my "tell me more" face. He kept talking about catching the bus. THEN GO CATCH IT. Please. I'm not good with awkward conversations with people I don't know.

Moving on to the workout which is obviously the point of this blog. Today was fabulous. We started out on the bike, which was fine by me because I really didn't feel like getting off of it. We did 5 sprint intervals, then slowed down. We did dumbbell flys, which are on the list of my favorite exercises, then this thing on the smith machine, which I really do need to step up the drama because apparently my "this is easy" face looks a lot like my "this is more challenging than I originally expected" face. The weight got increased every. single. set. Granted, the first two weren't exactly the heaviest things I've ever felt but they also weren't like I was using pillows for weights either. Though that would be fine too. Anyways, after that we did straight arm pulls and lat pull downs, also a crowd pleaser. and by crowd I mean me. Then we did bird dogs and dirty dogs, and can I just say that I'm not a canine. I have the coordination of a three legged donkey, and I just don't like anything I have to really think about (obviously). Then we ended the party with some step ups which was fine by me as long as I can still stand on the step at the end. I really do think it's fun haha. It's the little things.

Speaking of. Today I went to the mall to shop around for a few minutes because I have a problem. Anyways, I went to see my friend Jer at Gap, and I found this shirt I loved and kept eyeing it. I finally decided the worst that could happen was it wouldn't fit and I would keep my 20$. annnnnnnnd it fit. I literally cried in the dressing room I was so happy. It may be a small thing to some people but I haven't been able to wear clothes from Gap OR American Eagle but I can now. Which makes all this hard stuff worth it. That alone should make me go to boot camp tomorrow but I am just not feeling it. I feel like if I'm gonna go and not give 100% why go at all? I'm just going to be miserable for 45 minutes. That might be the wrong attitude but that's kinda how I feel right now. Also, my grandma is in the hospital again so I may just go stay with her for a while and do the couch to 5k + weights tomorrow at Mission's gym. I'm getting back on track this week with my food choices. I'm 2 pounds away from another goal! but anyways, that's enough rambling for one post. Below is the story of my life and my first (most likely of many) Gap shirts! :)

You win some, you lose some.

He's baaaaaack.

Lets see. Today. Well I was kinda a little out of it because before I got to O3, I started my online classes in Craneware which made me really sleepy. But anyways, today started out with a merry go round of dead lifts, push ups, and step ups on each leg. We did 3 rounds, 10 each on the first, then twelve, then fifteen. I still hate push ups. I hadn't done one since he left 9 days ago, and I didn't miss them haha. Also. I really like standing on the step after I'm done with step ups and such. It's kinda like I conquered the fat girls Mt.Everest. And I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be that tall. Then we did a go round of incline press, my favorite! then a seated row and body weight squats, which you win some you lose some. Then we did a 30 second plank and from the second it was go time I was shaking like crazy, then we were supposed to do 30 seconds of flutter kicks. Well my hip wasn't having it and I was trying to stretch and didn't quite understand what I was suppose to do and just ended up rolling around like I was on fire and practicing my stop drop and roll technique. But it stopped after, so thankfully I got to do 30 seconds of bicycle crunches. I don't remember if we did CPR crunches before or after but we got 15 of those in.

Tomorrow (or Saturday) I'm gonna do the 3rd day of C25k. Whoo. That's me being excited. Not really. I'm off work tomorrow and I am so excited about sleeping in. Jennifer wants to do the dirty girl mud run and some mountain 5k. That sounds like its uphill. And I think we all know by now that I'm not an uphill kinda girl. I'm more of a lay down and roll kinda girl.

Anyways. I'm off to study the wonderful world of uniform bill codes and some other stuff I don't understand. It's like I'm back in college. Speaking of. I may take classes in the spring and I can't decide if I want to take my PED credit as yoga, weight training, aerobics or tennis haha. There's a "fit and well for life" class but I think it's like 9th grade health class and I'm not interested in all that. I already know where babies come from. The stork. Anyways, that being said. I'm gonna make like a baby and head out.

I'm basically the funniest person I know.

Ok really. I'm out.

Running Rhinos.

Lets see. Where to begin.

Well, Jennifer, Becky and I started the couch to 5k program and it certainly is a lot more challenging than I expected. It would be a lot easier if I half assed it. But I feel like if/when we do an actual 5k, that would be the time it showed haha. I just needed a definite cardio program. Like left to my own devices I'm never gonna be like hey. Let me run/bike/elliptical it up for 30 minutes. I'm far too lazy for that mess. However, with the C25k app, there is no room for arguing. When Susan, that's what I named the girl on the app that says tells you what to so, says "begin running" you can't be like bitch it ain't time for that! Like I can when I'm bossing myself. We did day 2 today. This whole week is running for a minute and walking for a minute and a half. It's a 30 minute situation and I was fairly sure the following was going to happen today. #1. I was going to go in cardiac arrest and die. #2. The people in the waiting room below us probably thought a gaggle of rhinosaurus babies had been turned loose upstairs and it was like jumanji in real life and it was about to go down. But anyways. Long story short, C25k is a pretty neat app.

After all the above, Monday, Jennifer and I did a lot of leg stuff including the hack squat machine, lying leg curls, calf raises, seated leg extensions and curls. Then today we did arms/abs. Close grip pull downs, lat pull downs, chest press, these pulls with a rope handle and then we did ball raises/CPRs and then Jennifer suggested we end with a 30 second plank. It wasn't an April fools joke either haha. Over all it has been productive.

I'm also drinking almond milk which, what? I know. It kinda tastes a little like melted ice cream. It's not my everything on cereal, but I actually prefer it to regular milk elsewhere.

I'm beyond ready for the weekend, per my usual. Darin is back tomorrow, but I don't have a session till Thursday and Friday, so I may or may not take a break tomorrow from the gym and resume then. I don't know what evil, er, good times await Thursday upon my triumphant return to O3. I feel like the lady who manages missions gym probably thinks I'm nuts/really sporadic about choosing my gym times but whateva. Anyways. I've been wide open all day, so I think it's time to go to bed/lay down/spare my mom the trauma/blessing of my quick wit.

With that. I say adios bitchachos!

Safety first.

you know what they say. When the cat's away the mice will play. just kidding. the mice will go to the gym.

Thanksgiving. I actually wasn't living the fat lyfe (thanks to Jer for the spelling), and went to the gym on Thanksgiving. what?! i know. I actually did really good and I didn't eat a ton. Anyways no one else was in the entire gym, so I worked out for a little more than a hour. Which, I promptly ruined/negated when I ate a pack of poptarts about 8pm. lesson
learned. no poptarts in the house. If they aren't there, I can't eat them and God knows I'm too lazy to actually go somewhere to get a pack. But for those of you who are/aren't interested in what I did, I'll tell you. I warmed up on the bike (God forbid I get on an elliptical) and then did 3 sets of 12 of the following in pairs of
two. Otherwise known as supersets I think. Incline press with 15lbs, dumbbell flys with 8s, then a 45 degree lat pull down and a reverse grip pulldown (which, story on that in a second) with 60lbs, then I did lying leg curls with 25lbs (and that was plenty), seated leg extension with 45lbs (going from the lying leg curl to the seated extension within 10 seconds was a little dicey), then Romanian dead lifts with a 45lb bar and hack squats with 100lbs, then I did 3 sets of 12 medicine ball raises with a 12lb ball and alternating toe touch crunches. Then I was going to do a plank, then I decided, April fools! I'm going home. The RDLs and hack squats were kinda sketch. I decided do them as slow as I could possibly stand to do it, and I wasn't sure I wasn't going to blow groceries all over God's green creation. Which made me a little happy, oddly enough, to think that I would force myself to work at such an intensity that I would throw up and not have anyone to blame but myself. weird. anyways, so I wasn't sure if I dreamed this, done this at O3 or heard becky buckwild talk about it, but I was going to do those reverse grip pulldowns and if I'm gonna do something like that, I generally watch a youtube video about it first. So, I youtubed it and I won't name names, but the one I decided to watch had a few thousand hits so I was like this must be good. This jackass has a really heavy yankee accent and he had his shirt off. I'm sorry, you can't have your shirt on in the gym?! especially when there's a camera on you? you're so cool. That's what I was thinking while I watched it. That and now I can do this safely. Anyways, that trip to the gym was a success in my book.

So. I think we all know I have a Pinterest problem, as evidenced by my phone autocorrecting interest to Pinterest. And I had to increase my data package with Verizon. So I'm on it all the time and keep seeing these workouts that say like "burn 700 calories in 10 minutes". I'm sorry, unless you're sprinting backwards on a treadmill on like a 15 incline I doubt that is the case and even if you were I still doubt the validity of that. Anyways. When I go to the gym on my own now like on the weekends, my new project is to try these workouts I find and I will probably include my thoughts on them here. However. Today I met Jennifer and we did the gym workout Darin wrote for her. 120 body weight squats later I'm ready to cut my legs off. I did 15 minutes on the bike. 4 miles on a level 8 resistance (I generally keep it on a nice even 4) and I was sweating like a whore in church. Anyways, The way it went was 10 squats, 10 chest presses, 10 squats, 10 seated rows, 10 squats, 10 shoulder presses, 10 squats, 20 crunches. Repeated 3x with minimal rest. And by minimal I mean 45 seconds. Not sure if/when I will be repeating that. Never thought I would see the day I voluntarily did 120 squats. Ever.

But. The following picture is how I'll say goodbye for now :)

Less merry, more go round.

Today I'm going to focus on the good. And that is, today is over.

I'm not sure what's happening but I think this break from the gym is needed. And by gym I mean this 4 days a week of insanely intense thing I have going on that is finally catching up with me.

My attitude today wasn't the best. And by that I mean I'm rather surprised I didn't get slugged. In all fairness I deserved it. I let things get to me when they shouldn't and I accept that. We started out with a couple rounds of this step+kickback thing that made my butt hurt more than it did already. Then we did 3 really less than merry go rounds of kettle bell swings, push press and push ups. Fuck. This. Shit. Was actually what was going through my mind when I wasn't thinking about just saying fuck it, I'll be fat forever. Then after that, we did 3 point planks, shoulder taps, these push ups where you go down as slow as you can, and the transverse crunches. The push ups bothered me the most because at one point I literally couldn't get myself back up to do it again. And that embarrassed me. 2 rounds of that. On a 1-10 my anxiety was a raging 14. I could have crawled out of my skin and I'm not sure I'm not going to now. It's a miserable feeling that I can't shake. There was a lot less merry and more go rounds today. Which. I'll take the blame for that. Daddy always said your actions say more than your words ever could. I should have, in the words of my sweet friend Mary, suck it up buttercup! Lesson learned. The hard way, again. Do we see a pattern?

Jennifer and I have plans to go to the gym tomorrow. I've maintained for the last 2 weeks or so, and haven't lost anymore weight which sucks but I know it's because my eating has went from nice, planned out and somewhat healthy to just whatever I can find at work. I know a few bad days can't ruin this lifestyle change but I feel like I'm just not with it anymore. I'm not sure what to do because I feel like I'm wasting my time as well as Darin and Jennifer's because I'm not doing what I should be the other 23 hours a day I'm not at the gym. If I were them I would probably cut my losses and call it a better day haha. Less drama!

I won't see Darin until next Thursday, due to schedules and vacations. So I'll probably blog once or so towards the end of the week basically just to keep myself halfway accountable so I don't just lay on my couch all week, even though that sounds like a great plan right now.

All I know is that right now, I'm just going to bed and when I wake up, today will be the past and it will be a new day. And then I'm off work Thursday haha. Bad news is, pretty sure I'm developing an ear ache. I'd rather avoid staff health if at all possible. Oh well. We'll see what happens.

Monday funday.

Well. Here's the thing. Today has not been monday funday. That's an oxymoron. Today has been a hot mess at best and I'm just ready to go to bed. I may or may not drop a few or 725 f-bombs tonight. First and only warning. Work was alright, and then I dropped Becky off for her workout and decided I would make a trip to hamricks and get some boots I've been eyeing for a week. I ended up getting pulled over, no ticket thank god but apparently driving without your shoes, without your license and speeding-ish is frowned upon by law enforcement. Lesson learned. Get better at watching my surroundings. Seriously though, unless driving without your shoes is against the law (and apparently it isn't) don't waste your breath telling me how bad it is, skippy. I've done it since I was 16, and I'm still alive and kickin.

Moving on, Zac Brown could sing a song full of bad words (or the language I use on a daily basis according to my mom) and it would still be beautiful.

Okay. On topic. We did a dynamic warm up today with the lunges, total body extension, these windmill type things and a plank. Fuck all of the above. Especially the total body extensions and lunges. Then we did supersets of close grip pull downs and the incline press. After one round the weight got increased. Apparently, Brett Michaels sings the "nothing but a good time" song by poison so thats over. I kinda hate Brett. He's like 60 and needs to stop wearing eyeliner. I know what you're thinking. Oh no, now he will never be a famous musician. But really. My white trash radar was blaring and it's only that loud when I'm hanging out with Rebecca. I'm beyond rude tonight. Ok. Then we did the hulks and these things that reminded me of a teradactyl trying to take flight, but I didn't hate them. That was the end of the "I didn't hate them" for the day. I generally try to have a good attitude because I'm paying pretty good money to workout and Darin knows what he's talking about and what works obviously so I try to just tell myself like I do at the dentist, that it will be over soon. But then we did plié squats with a heavy ass kettlebell and then some step ups with 15lb weights. Darin also asked me if I remembered when we started out every session with the step+a kettlebell for squats and such. Um that's engrained my memory forever and I would rather lay down on the west-gate bridge at 530 on Friday than do that again. He graciously mentioned if I wanted we could do that again. I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to sufficiently respond to that. Then after 2 rounds of that, we and by we I mean me, did 2 rounds of bridges on the step and then 5 split squats on each leg. Let me say this. F u c k that. Split squats hurt my legs basically to the bone. Like its a different kind of sore the next day, it's deeper. I considered offering my first born to just cut those out of the workouts permanently but as mom tells me "I'm not Monty Hall and this isn't 'lets make a deal'" and I just figured it was best to shut up and move on. Darin asked if they hurt my ankle (my bionic ankle that is) and if I was a real asshead I would lie and say yes. But I'm not and I didn't. Well. In this scenario I wasn't an asshead haha. I really just am over them and we've done them twice. They're the new squats and sadly squats haven't gone away. I just want to do upper body and move on. No cardio either. If only I lived in my dream world.

I'm so tired. I need a break. I thought about working thanksgiving and skipping what I call the thanksgiving day tour of 2012, but now I'm thinking of taking Thursday and Friday. Buuuut time and half for thanksgiving is pretty good money. We'll see how the rest of the week pans out.

Anyways. I'm off to stand in the shower for a while if I can get my lard ass off the couch. Which may not happen. Washing my hair may be out of the question. I did a lot of arm stuff at the gym Sunday and now I'm sore all over. Which is a great recipe for success at the gym. Anyways. That's all for this installment of maybe you should learn what lean cuisine meals are, tubby. Tune in tomorrow to see what else I can find to bitch about.

Lesson learned.

Lesson learned. The hard way (that seems to be the only way I learn anything) 4.5 hours of sleep is not nearly enough to function and work out. When I do finally get to sleep tonight it will be game over for about 15-18 hours. I don't really care if Santa Claus himself were teaching boot camp tomorrow, I will not be in attendance.

We kicked off the party with a less than stellar round of side lunges, total body extensions, a 30 second plank, squats and alternating toe touch crunches. We repeated that 2x through, though at one point we did mountain climbers, and I don't know what else because I'm verging on delirious. After that my hair was tore up from the floor up. I really should have never gotten it cut. Yes. I'm still talking about that. Anyways, Then we did some Romanian dead lifts. Which I will say doing them slower (I have a tendency to do things as fast as I talk when I need to slow down) makes them not so much fun anymore. Speaking of not so fun, lets talk about 3 sets of 10 split squats. My legs feel like jello and when I was walking out to my car, I stepped off the curb and had I not caught myself on the hood of my car, it would have been a bad day to be me. My legs are so shaky, and if there is one thing I hate in life other than squats and corn dogs, it's my legs feeling like jello. My upper body is really, really sore. I never knew how much I shrugged my shoulders during the day (a very professional behavior I might add) but today when I shrug them they shake. Like my muscles are fatigued and at any moment I might become paralyzed. I really don't know what I'm saying. Help. Rebecca and I stopped on the way home to pick up a pizza for my dad, and about that I time I got out of the car and threw up a nice mix of blue Gatorade and water. Issue is, it's my fault haha I hadn't drank a drop of water basically all day and I didn't drink a ton during the workout and then when I got in the car I pounded back all of Rebecca's Gatorade and all my water. It didn't set well to say the least. During today's workout I did get a nice music And movie lesson. Turns out, I haven't seen many movies and my joke of "everything I should know, I do know" isn't actually true. Not that it was all that true to begin with but my "yo se nada" is more accurate. I may not be able to name a Metallica song within the first 5 seconds of the song (or name a Metallica song at all) but I can any Ke$ha song. Or the script. They're my FAVORITE band. They haven't done a song I don't like.

Was the movie worth all this? Hell yes. But I will say there is a reason I don't do midnight premieres often. I'm too old for this mess and it ruins my ability to function. We are doing an office thanksgiving on Monday and I'm so excited to try out some Pinterest recipes. I mean. I will only be making healthy food. Okay that's sarcasm. Even though I told Darin today I may not go to the gym for the entire week I have off from O3 because of Thanksgiving, I obviously will.

Anyways. I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz. just kidding. I'm in Madison county at my dads. And that's all I think I have to say for now. I'm out!

I miss my couch.

So, today wasn't my best day as I've been slower than a slug in molasses. My legs are aching like a tooth ache. I take back my "I could do this all day" from Monday because the insides of my legs hurt and the backs of my legs do too. I don't want to play anymore games of any kind. Except candy land because I'm a BOSS at it. Anyways I text Darin and asked if I could just give Jennifer this session and cut my losses. He didn't say no, per se. But he didn't say yes haha. I ended up going because I told myself "Nessie. You're being a baby. Suck. It. Up." So I did, and it was a good call because while today was far from easy, it was at least fun. We did upper body which is my favorite. We did 3 point rows to start with. Jennifer had asked about the incline bench cable fly thing she tried at missions gym and so we did that and a close grip pull down in a superset. Those cable fly things blow harder than a 2 dollar whore on nickel night, if you want to know how I really feel. Really. I don't know why they're that much harder than regular incline flys. I complain about a lot and then find them being incorporated in my weekend workouts on Sundays. Those can go to hell, where they obviously came from. Then we did these other shoulder things that made me think we were trying out for a cheerleading team for the mentally handicapped. They would have some strong shoulders with that routine. Then we did a standing row and incline press. Which were my jams though I thought the weight increased on the row and it didn't. My bad. The only major complaint I have other than the incline cable fly is push ups and body weight rows. The push up bar was entirely too low for my liking, and my arms were tired. Oh and I hate push ups. I'm trying to censor myself for my sensitive readers. Apparently "ladies" don't drop the f-bomb as much as I do. Overall though I really am glad I didn't skip out to go lay on my couch and watch tv which is precisely what I would have done. I miss the days of laying on my couch without a care in the world haha.

I have a problem. A shopping problem. Instead of eating when I'm upset I've moved to buying boots, sweater dresses, tights and scarves. I mean. At least I'll be pretty. The universe made a mistake. I'm supposed to be a princess. Though. I was listening to pandora today and one of my favorite Lee Brice songs came on and it is the story of my life. "She's got her daddy's tongue and temper, sometimes her mouth could use a filter, God shook his head the day he built her, but oh I bet he smiled." Only correction, all the time my mouth could use a filter. All the time.

Today was 8/8 and we renewed again haha. As my papaw wade used to say "girl you are glutton for punishment" (I think that's how it goes). I just need to be skinny. Yesterday. I keep gaining and losing the same 2 pounds again because I can't get it together. This is a vicious cycle.

The best news of all though is that I'm about to leave to go meet Jer, Jennifer and Shaun to watch the 1240 premiere of breaking dawn part 2. Nothing like waiting till the last minute to get tickets! I. Am. So. Excited.

Below are shirts I will have soon. Soon.

That's all I have for today. Here's to hoping I can run on 4 hours of sleep tomorrow!

:)

Suffering, death and dying.

It is completely 100% possible and probable that I am actively dying.

An overly dramatic title? Eh. I think we know by now drama should be my middle name, instead of Kaitlin.

See. Get this. So I wake up this morning and I was fine. Nothing was sore, I felt like I did when I woke up Monday morning and I was actually a little disappointed because I felt like I worked hard yesterday. So. I decide to take this as a win, and move on. Well. About 2ish, I get up from my desk to get more water and I'm like um ow. What the hell is happening?! My legs were sore, well I think a better word is tight. Anyways, I get to O3 and climb on the bike, and I pedaled 3.4 miles in 10 minutes on like a level 4 resistance. Then. The real fun began. We did 50/10 timing. Let me hit you with that again. Fifty seconds of work. 10 seconds of rest. We did these side lunges with a hop in between. Then we did total body extensions. Then we did high knees. Then we did a 50 second low plank and not one time did my knees hit the ground. That was basically my biggest accomplishment other than not dying today. Then we did some squats. More. Squats. I really don't care if I never do another squat, lunge, total body extension, any leg exercise ever again. So after that we did another 50 seconds of the lunges with the hop. Then he said, one of you on the bike and the other on the elliptical. I claimed the bike before Jennifer even had a chance. Then we did some sprint intervals. Whooooo. Sprints. Then he got the steps out and we did another 2 merry go rounds of lateral hops, step negatives on each leg and then we did these other things where you basically just got on it and off it as fast as you could. If you thought that was the end, you, like I would be wrong. Then Darin said for me to get on the elliptical and Jennifer on the bike and I would rather die. Listen. There is a reason my big ass hasn't even looked at the elliptical at O3. I. Hate. Them. Like, I really can't even begin to get across how ridiculous they are. I would 100,000 times rather do any other cardio equipment. Thats in all seriousness. We did more sprint intervals. How I'm not dead is beyond me. Really.

When I was on the elliptical, I was clock watching and they have a clock on every wall at the gym. The one on the wall facing me stopped at 425 and I thought it was only 425 and I literally would have cried had that been right. Darin tried to tell me it was but I finally craned my neck enough to see it was like 450. I KNEW I had been there longer than 25 minutes. Also, I basically became a straight up dumbass at one point when he asked us to take our heart rates. I would count to 10 and then start over. I tried like 3 times until Jennifer just did it for me.

If right now is any indication at ALL how I'm gonna feel tomorrow, I give up. I just want to stay in my bed and eat chips and read. Know what I want other than a pop tart? An almond joy. Know what I'm having? A fat free fig newton. Why? because all my joy has been stolen today. HA. Just kidding. Sometimes I just can't stop myself. Anyways. Not that fig newtons are in any way superior to an almond joy, but in my mind one of those small cookies is better than that candy bar. Ohhhhhhhhh my life. Though I've actually done okay with my food choices. Jennifer and I went to Zoe's kitchen after our workout and I got chicken roll ups. They're my jam but I can never eat them all.

Anyways. It's 7pm and obviously past my bedtime. Below are pictures I find funny. Yes, they came from Pinterest. Also. I know some of them are 100% inappropriate and or offensive, but I've laughed for days at a few of them and If you're easily offended I suggest you take it elsewhere. That dog, is the one I want. He's a corgi and I would name him Romeo or Santos. I would carry him around with me everywhere.

Also. Rebecca is trying to get me to let her do a step test on me. I'd rather throw up and eat it again.

Good news is, no workout tomorrow and I plan to be as lazy as possible. Except I have to work. Ugh.

So that's all the bitching I have in me for today. I'm really going to bed.

Ps. You win, Darin. You. Win.

Legs, legs and more legs.

It's official. I have an iTunes problem. But is it really a problem if I'm okay with it? I listen to music all day at work, so obviously I need new music every so often. And by every so often I mean close to every day.

I got on the bike to warm up, which that wasn't the best choice as unbeknownst to me, today was leg day. And there was no rejoicing. Really. Who likes leg workouts? No one. That's who. Darin wasn't just whistlin' Dixie when he said I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow. We started out with plié squats, and it was awesome. Said no one ever. Then we did this weird thing where I attached these things to my ankles and stood on a plate weight and he attached a cable to my ankle and then you bent your leg. It set the back of my legs on fiyahh. Then we did some Romanian dead lifts which, I don't know what was different this time but at the end of the second set my legs felt a little shakey. Then Darin says we're gonna play a game and I asked if it was like the Saw movies "you wanna play game" thing. Legit question. But no, I stood like 5-6 feet ish away and he slid the weight to me and I used my feet to push it back. Apparently it was supposed to work the adductors in my legs. Which, I didn't feel anything but it could be delayed. That's happened before. But the second round we used a bigger weight and I said I could do this all day, and he said he couldn't and before I could help myself the snark came out and I was like because you're old. Yeah, I'm an asshole sometimes, lets take our shocked faces off. The Darin ever so helpfully reminded me it wasn't the best idea to be talking shit to the man who holds your fate for the next 15 minutes. Which, valid point. Then, oddly enough, we did more squats. Not just any squats, a squat and curl with a kettlebell. You squat, do a curl, then come back up. So they're approximately 328,995 times worse than a regular squat. I'm trying to decide if I feel like that was payback for my snark or not. Either way, well played. Then he had one more trick up his sleeve. Offset Romanian dead lifts. Fuck my liiiiiiife. That was my first thought. Really. Like I'm generally sore for daysssss after those. I got 5 in on each side before that was all she wrote. I actually wasn't sure I could stand up after that but luckily we stretched on the ground haha. Things are sketchy at the time of this writing, I'm not sure I can get off my couch which only means tomorrow morning will be fabulous.

Today at work, I kinda got blind sided that I had to finish a Power Point I really hadn't started at like 8am today. So today was stressful to say the least but I was actually less stressed when I left the gym today. Which surprised me as I was ready to just quit everything last night/this morning. I was thiiiiis close to texting Darin and saying I was sick today. While in the morning I will probably not be happy, right now I'm glad I went. I know I say it a lot but I just am so annoyed that I've lost 52lbs and I can't tell a difference. Jennifer looks great and here I am. Whale a palooza, that's my life. Oh well. I mean, there is no point in giving up now when I've done so good for so long. I'm also afraid I have sleep apnea and that pisses me off. I didn't have this problem when I was being the sedentary half ton teen but when I start changing for the better, this happens. Like the last 3 weeks I've been waking up 38283 times a night for no reason (or so i thought) and Saturday, I fell asleep sitting straight up after boot camp and I woke up twice and physically felt like I couldn't take a breath. I don't want to go see dr Moore because he's gonna say do a sleep study and I don't want to. I'm an avoider, I know that. I also avoid games of rock, paper, scissors.

Anyways. I'm off to Narnia. Also known as my room then to shower. Mom says I can get a inside dog when I clean my room. I'm am immortal child apparently. Stuck forever at 12 years old. The immortal child reference is in honor of the Breaking Dawn part 2 coming out Thursday night. Well. 12:01 Friday morning. I smell a midnight premiere, as usual :) especially because I'm off work Friday! Thank God.

Here's to hoping I can walk tomorrow. But I really do think that's wishful thinking.

\m/(o.O)\m/

See it? The rock on thing?! I just remembered how to do that. Okay. Really. Shower. Bye.

:)

Grace isn't my middle name.

Boot camp definitely showed me who was boss as usual. About halfway through, I'm usually like, now whyyyy would I do this? The answer is simple. I don't know.

Today was all indoors, because it was 27 degrees this morning. Had we done suicides in the parking lot, I most likely would have committed suicide. Haha small joke, nobody needs to call the mobile crisis unit. Anyways. We did the standard warm up with some jumping jacks. Then. There were literally like 482 stations today. Maybe I'm overestimating. But Jennifer and I started with kettlebell swings, per her demand but that was a good call because they're ridiculous and I even took the smallest bell because my will to survive took over. We did swings, cleans and presses, these weird cable things that I actually like, which I feel like I wasn't doing it right haha. I assume he would have told me had I been THAT wrong but idk haha. Then some slams, these things on a step, pistons with effin 15lb weights, then squat And press and then this thing I don't remember what he called but it was you get on all 4s on a bench, then you hold opposite hand and opposite leg out for 40 seconds. There is too much of me to balance on that bench! Imagine the Loch Ness monster trying to balance like that and you have me during that particular exercise. It wasn't pretty. I also hit myself in the head with a medicine ball during the slams. We did slams yesterday, and my arm muscles were protesting, and when I went to slam above my head, I lost my grip and hit myself haha. I don't think it knocked any sense in to me haha. Ohhhhh my life. Grace definitely isn't my middle name. That's fo' sho. Look at me being ghetto. It took me like 4 tries on my phone to type that. Stupid autocorrect. Apparently ghetto/street slang isn't a recognized language by Apple. Their loss. Anyways. The general theme of boot camp with me is that I may not (definitely not) be the strongest and I may not be/sure as hell aren't/ the fastest but I'll be damned if I'm not trying my hardest.

I need a nap, something awful. I woke up like 15 minutes before my alarm and I KNEW if I didn't stay up, I would have never made it this morning. So I watched tv in my bed which is a rate occasion. I can only do it when it's daylight outside or I have my light on. Paranormal activity 1, scared the living daylights out of me. I saw that like legit 3 years ago and there was a scene with the tv and ill spare you the details as I am trying to not ruin my ability to sleep at night again, but I watched this lady on public access tv exercising. She was literally like 75 and she wasn't doing anything slow enough to make it count and she just kept talking about how she used to eat 300 calories a day when she was a secretary. I'm not sure why I didn't change the channel but for a 20$ donation you can get a copy of any workout she's done you want (I'm almost positive it will be a VHS). She also had the biggest hair I've ever seen and she had on weighted ankle things and ballet shoes on.

I need to stop picking at these callouses on my hands. I've made my hands 10x more sore than they need to be. Ugh. I'm so weird.

Anyways, I'm going back to bed. I have reading to do. Apparently Star Wars is a book. I'm downloading the preview on iBooks right now. So we'll see if I'm a real nerd by the end of the weekend or not. I think the real answer is you're already a nerd. To that I say, whateva! I'm out!

Oh. P.s. I changed the layout on my blog because I was real sick of the other one but I kinda hate this one too. But I can't hit "share" anymore. I have to get the twitter link and copy it to Facebook. It's a mess, so if it looks different that's why. I doubt anyone noticed, but I'm OCD and I did. And I felt the need to apologize haha. So to all of my 5 faithful readers. Sorry. Haha I'm in such a weird mood right now. Okay. This is really the end.


:)

Friday fun.

Really. Today has been excellente. That's Spanish for excellent.

First of all, I slept about 13 hours and then got up and met Jer and Matt for lunch. Then Jer and I shopped, then a workout.

Sans the 4 minute round of squats/slams, I couldn't be happier with today. And even that round wasn't THAT bad. I mean. I wasn't thrilled but get this. Don't judge me, but last week I was like hey! I've been doing squats of some kind AT LEAST 2 times a week since June. So where's the muscle?! So then, I took my pant off and did a couple squats in front of my mirror and I was shocked. There is some actual definition there! Like you can clearly see my quads. So that made me hate squats a little less. Just a little though. Anyways, today we did a lot of pulling which is better than pushing in my book. We did a 45 degree lat pull down, then for some reason my memory is blank. I know we did some 3 point rows, close grip pull downs, straight arm pulls and I feel like there was more but I'm not sure. I know we ended with the squats/slams.

All in all, I'm really happy with the way things are going right now. I'm down 3 sizes in jeans/pants and 2 in tops!

Also apparently I committed a barely pardonable sin of saying Star Wars an Star Trek are basically the same thing hahaha. Though now my interest is peaked and I'm considering watching at least the first one.

There is also this "zero pound holiday pool" going on at O3. You weigh in at the beginning of the holidays and pay 10$ and if you maintain/lose, you get your money back. It sounds like awesome motivation to cool it with the holiday binges! But, they lost me at "weigh in". My weight is kept locked up tighter than Fort Bragg. Maybe next year.

it's time for dinner. I'm starving! Which seems to be becoming a problem. Like I'm hungry a lot more. Anyways, I'm gonna make like a baby and head out. Or stop typing haha.

So. Kbyeeee.

Greatest hits.

All I'm gonna say is that you can just call me Paula Deen because I LOVE stirring the pot :) see my Facebook status if you'd like to know more. I have lost approximately 6 Facebook friends today and I love it. I don't need closed minded assholes clogging up my newsfeed with their pity party that a white dinosaur who wanted to send this country back 50 years didn't get elected. Romney's own state voted Obama AND the jackass with 2 first names district, also voted Obama. If your own state doesn't want you, that's a problem. My family seems to have a problem not being childish about it. Moving on.

Today's workout was like a greatest hits routine. Except by greatest hits I mean I'd rather cut out my tongue with a rusty ice pick than repeat. Here comes the drama haha. I think we all know I am a drama queen by now. Don't act surprised. We started out with a merry go round of toe taps (low plank, bring your foot out as wide as you can tap then bring it back), plié squats with this ridiculous kettlebell, shoulder taps (high plank, shift your weight to one arm and tap the opposite shoulder with the other hand), and boot strappers. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I should have known today was going to be great when we turned on (not one direction per my request) some rock band that was singing about being left behind. I asked what if you wanted to be left behind? Go on without me. Please. Haha no luck there. But then we took a short intermission and did a circuit of the bike, bosu ball bridges, mountain climbers and Romanian dead lifts. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Then we did the final less than merry go round of step ups with 10lb weights. which. we each had to get our own weights, and it was kinda reminiscent of when my mom would make us go cut our own switch when we were kids and about to get beaten. I use that term loosely. Had I gotten beaten more maybe my mom could have saved the world the pain of my mouth and it's never ending stream of vulgarity and inappropriateness. Not likely but she can dream. Moving on. We did step ups on each leg, then these things where you sit and pull your legs in and out. I can do about 4 before I feel like death. Then we did push ups. 2x of that. All of the above was done in 40 second intervals with less than 40 seconds of rest. While right now I feel beast-ish, I mostly feel like death. My ass stiiiiiillllllllllll hurts from Monday, and then my shoulders hurt from yesterday and now my everything hurts. I will be surprised if I can get out of bed tomorrow without some sort of crane.

Good news is, no workout tomorrow! And I'm only scheduled for a half day at work tomorrow and off on Friday! Bad news, and by bad I mean worse news ever, I have a dentist appointment for 2 fillings tomorrow at 2. If I go, remains to be seen. My new dentist has a really nice swanky office, and he is super nice but he doesn't do things like Ativan for dentist appointments. He says its like putting a band aid on something that needs stitches. I don't agree. Which is part of the reason I'm not super excited. Hear me now and hear me loud I by no means am a drug addict. But I also know what I'm like when I'm at the dentist. Which is a complete child. Last time he told me "no matter how hard you push your head back against the chair, you're not going anywhere. Relax before you hurt your neck". At that point it took everything inside of me not to just get up and leave haha. And I'm serious. I wish I was a dog sometimes. They ge to eat, play and sleep whenever they want AND if their owner takes them to the dentist they put them under deep sedation. If IV sedation was an option, I would absolutely, no questions asked, opt for that for a cleaning and any work that needed to be done.

Anyways. That's another story for another day. I'm off to find some dinner and get in my bed before 8pm. That's the goal. That's all for now, if there is no post Friday just assume I got hypertensive and stroked out at the dentist tomorrow and I'm in a better place.

Celebrations and civic duty.

My posterior chain hurts. That's a nicer way of saying my ass hurts I think. But really. I think we're beyond pleasantries and censoring at this point. I am 52 pounds lighter as of 7am this morning! I ate like hell all weekend and got on the scale this morning thinking I was about to be 30lbs heavier but to my surprise and actual disbelief I lost 2.6lbs! I weighed myself on about 4 different scales today and there was only a .3lbs difference on all of them. I keep waiting to gain every pound back. Like to wake up and this be a dream. I was telling Jennifer earlier today this is literally the longest I've ever stuck with this and the best I've ever done. I know I bitch and complain and have a crappy attitude sometimes but really. Darin has to be a saint for putting up with me (really!) and this was the best choice I've made. Having someone in your corner makes a world of difference, though I'm honestly surprised he hasn't sent me packing before now haha. Now. Back to the bitching.

Workout today was rough as usual and I am actually wondering whyyyy I would do 3 in a row again and end with a dentist appointment on Thursday. Sometimes I'm a complete dumbass. Anyways, today was fun-ish, and instead of doing straight up cardio all the live long day like I was afraid of, we just threw some cardio in the intervals. The first merry go round was straight arm pulls, side lunges with a hop in between, 3 point rows and these other rows. Then we did another go around of shoulder presses, mountain climbers, cleans and presses and these other cable things. I strategically chose mountain climbers first. I hate them and its best to just get those out of the way in my book. Then some wood choppers. I mean. Yeah. I stiiiiillllll am less than pleased with them but that's life and I was less pleased with the end. 3 rounds of kettlebell swings and low planks. Jennifer being the saint she is took the heavier KB. Bless her. Because I'm a weakling and my ass, legs and lower back hurts, I kept stopping during the swings and the last plank was pathetic. Who am I kidding, the first one was too haha. Then I just laid there for a bit. I was a little dizzy at the end, but it is what it is. Even the biggest failure beats the hell out of not trying.

Anyways, I went straight from O3 to the high school to vote. And by the high school I mean my old stomping grounds. Good ole Madison High. Thank God those days are over. I think we all know by now I'm rude, inappropriate and my attitude can be less than desirable at times, and that came out tonight. To get to the cafeteria to vote, you have to walk up this hill (fabulous after I just got done working out) and by all these people trying to give you political stuff. This one guy was like "would you like to talk Christian conservative politics?", and I literally laughed, said no and kept walking. I know who I'm voting for and I don't need to discuss it with anyone. On that note. Here's to hoping Obama gets another 4 years. I think we all know who I voted for. And while I'm on this rant, should mittens and the hunchback of Notre dame (the jackass with 2 first names) win, I have a few things to say on Facebook. Well. Who am I kidding, if Obama wins again I will have more to say on Facebook. But I'll keep you all in suspense until then. I know you all can't wait since I'm so tactful and insightful. Thanks to my fabulous daddy for my snark and wit.

Good night to all and to all a good night. I feel like that's from the night before Christmas. But whatever. It's time for me to shower. I'm out!

Wide open. And then some.

So. Lets talk. Well. I'll talk.

I have been WIDE OPEN today. I've been drinking crystal lite energy, the grape kind and it's my JAM. Buuuut here's where they get you. The serving size is 1/2 a pack. Let me hit you with that again. HALF a pack. Who knew?! Not this girl. So I poured a whole one in a 16 ounce bottle and it has been on like donkey kong since. So as always you have been warned. I don't edit these so I can't promise where this will go. Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and thank you for visiting dollywood. And my blog. They're about the same level of ghetto. Anyways.

I was halfway sure I was going to freeze to death before I got off the treadmill today. But that fear was relieved in about eh 2 minutes. We started out with some of those damn squats with the cable press things I am not a fan of. I mean. Any kind of squat won't be my jam, so I'm thanking my lucky stars it wasn't the ones with kettlebells. 3 sets of 12. Then we did offset Romanian dead lifts, which are also in my list of "I'd rather give myself a craniotomy via my eye sockets" than do these exercises. Though I will say they are VERY effective and there is no question of "do you feel this?" Which is kinda the reason I'm not a fan. That and my legs start shaking like a cup of jello in an earthquake. Then we did some flamingo rows where the shaking continued, then some dead lifts, bird dogs and then. We go over to the smith machine and If he had said push-ups I probably would have lined my head up under the garage door and let the chips fall where they may as far as smashing my skull in. I really don't know why I'm so dramatic. Just blessed I guess. Anyways, we did these like. Mountain climber ish things, then transverse crunches. Whoooo. Crunches. I like them because I get to lay down and heaven knows I'm lazy as can be and anything I can do from the comfort of the ground minus a couple things that shall remain nameless to protect the innocent, I like being on the ground. My legs are gonna be feeling it tomorrow. No question.

I have a dentist appointment Thursday that I can't decide if I'm going to keep. I really. really. really. REALLY don't want to go but I know I need to. Being a "grown up" blows. 23 is the new 17. I need my mom to start paying for all my stuff again and driving me everywhere and ugh. I was living the dream as a teenager and never appreciated it.

Darin pointed out today that I'm shrinking. My shirt was pretty loose, not discounting that I've almost lost 50lbs, but I don't necessarily see a huge difference. But I also am the biggest critic of myself (and obviously other people and these workouts if you haven't seen the pattern yet) and I'm judging based on what I've eaten all weekend (garbage) but today is a new day/week. So far so good.

Also. I changed my fitnesspal meal names :) I can be real clever sometimes (see below). I've been a treat to be around today and for those of you who got the privilege (more like punishment) of being around all this, thank you for not murdering me. However. I am considering offering 50$ for someone to punch me in the mouth and knock my teeth out so I don't have to go to the dentist. Stay tuned for more details as Thursday draws closer.

Anyways. I need to get in the shower while I can still stand relatively sore muscle free. Also. First person to being me a strawberry poptart can have my first born child.

I also lost my bank card this weekend and I can't get on iTunes until I get my new one. And it's stressing me out. I neeeeeed Taylor Swift's new album. NEED. I'm not stressed out about any other part of losing my card other than the loss of iTunes. #firstworldproblems

Annnnnd I'm starting to crash from my crystal lite high. That's all for this installment of seriously you just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading my rambling. Lucky you. I'm out!

:)

Squats and shanks.

I don't know what hit my attitude button today but it was just not so fabulous haha. I've been snarky all week. It is what it is. Hopefully no one has been offended and if they have been, eh. Today isn't the day to bring it up.

Workout 3 of 3 in a row and the last one for the week! No boot camp tomorrow as I don't plan to see Saturday morning. I plan to hibernate. Anyways, we started out with step ups which was déjà vu from Wednesday. Then we did everyone's favorite, 2 kinds of squats back to back and by everyone's favorite I mean Darin's. nobody loves squats as much as he does. Well. Nobody loves making other people do squats as much as he does. Body weight squats and then plié squats with a massive kettlebell, and there, I finally spelled it right! Then we broke new ground at the gym and did leg curls and extensions. I don't hate them either which is weird to me. Not hating exercise haha. Then we did Romanian dead lifts which I also like. They make my legs a little sore the next day but I also feel like I've accomplished something so it's a weird relationship haha. Then he tried to get me to guess what was next and then he said "total body stretching" and I thought he was about to say extensions and I was gonna just lay down and play dead at that point. This week has been weird in that not that I didn't work hard before, but I've felt like I've worked harder this week. My attitude has changed, like. I'm trying to find things I like about each session because this whole eating better/exercise doesn't stop when I hit a certain number on the scale. So if I can find things I like/tolerate doing, it will be easier to continue when I stop going to O3. I'm also trying to eat better and making a legit effort. So all in all, it was a successful week.

I may end up doing 3 in a row again next week because I have a dentist appointment at 2 Thursday to get 2 teeth filled, and I will be in absolutely no shape to go workout. Not only will my mouth still be numb, I get insanely anxious and being so emotional makes me really tired, so. I would most definitely not be the absolute treat to be around like I have been this week haha. Darin said my attitude is always better than I think. But I base my judgement on what's in my head and not exactly what comes out of my mouth. Which. Lets all count our blessings that I have a filter from my brain to my mouth (most of the time) and can generally control myself haha.

Anyways. I really need to go to the bathroom but I'm waiting on my dad and Starlla at chili's. I'm looking at the cookout bathroom, which I would be happy to use but 2 women have gotten raped in there in the last month and I really am not sure I could defend myself. I suck at boxing and my purse knife is a switchblade and technically illegal. As is rape but I don't particularly feel like shanking anyone tonight so I'm gonna wait and not fear for my safety.

And I believe I've found the perpetrator. He's standing at the fence smoking a cig, which shame on him anyways, in a trench coat with ray bans on and he has a really long beard and hair. You know who wears sunglasses when it's dark out? Blind people and assholes. And possibly rapists. But that's enough of me judging. Really. I'm ready for my precious daddy to get here.

Done. New post Monday for all you weirdos who think this is entertainment haha. Just kidding. I feel like the grown up honey boo boo sometimes. Anyways. I really am out!

So. Kbye.

One thing is missing.

today. was. fabulous.

Like. on the 1-10 scale it was a solid 9.5. Today's workout can be found at the corner of awesome and bombdiggity. The only deduction is for the dang push ups and iron cross things we did at the end. I for once in my life, don't really have that many complaints, and the ones I do have really aren't all that significant/anything Darin can control.

We started out today, well let me say this. I was pulling in the parking lot at like 3:50 because I needed to change, and this truck flys down the hill before me and takes one of the only parking spots and then all 4 doors open and this little girl gets out and basically takes her sweet ass time telling what I can only assume to be her grandparents goodbye. I'm sorry, unless they're going to be euthanized, you're most likely going to see them again. So get out of my way. I have things to do today. I realize that's extremely rude but being late isn't something I deal well with. I wasn't late per se, but I felt like I was going to be and yes, I have road rage. Parking lot rage would be most accurate. Anyways, Everything today was slower and slower is my jam. We were going to start out on 2 different arm/shoulder/above the waist/ circuits, but the gym was like on and poppin today, so things would have gotten confusing as Travis had his client in the middle of the red sea (that's what I call the red mats in the middle of the gym) and Jennifer and I would have been on opposite sides. Strategic move on Darin's part to separate us? perhaps. But better luck next time haha. No, I don't think it was. Jennifer and I work well together I think. Even though sometimes she takes things a little far for me haha. Anyways, the first merry go round was incline presses, flys, the hulks and dang push ups. Seriously. Had there been no push ups I would have been happy to do that for the rest of forever. Not forever, but the rest of the 45 minutes. We did that twice though, then stretched. Darin kicked me a red ball, and I kicked it back. That went on for a minute, then he said we were stretching and I was happy to keep it. I wasn't all that interested in doing much else with those. I'm a peach to deal with, I know. Moving on, then we did a lat pulldowns, close grip pull, standing row and 3 point row. No complaints here, except the weight on the standing row got increased....but truth be told, it didn't bother me all that much. I hit myself in the chin with the lat pulldowns bar twice. Good thing no one saw that. I'm hoping they didn't haha. 2 rounds of that. And the close grip pulldown handle feels like a cheese grater on my delicate hands. That's one of my only complaints but whatever. After we did that, we moved to the mats and did only one merry go round of these other shoulder exercises. These things that are now going to be (thanks to Jennifer) referred to as "the lotus" I'm really not sure of the spelling or how to explain it. But we did those, then fronts and sides, then those dang iron crosses and this kinda weird row(?) that I felt kinda like a turkey doing. I don't know why I felt like a turkey but you bend down and then basically flap your wings with 5lb weights in your hand. Flap makes it sound uncontrolled, but I was out of control at this point. Crazy train by the Oz came on (very appropriate song...which I can play on expert in Guitar Hero! which I may go do) and I sang along for a minute. Then I was like, I just want to go home. haha. I don't know what's gotten in to me the past few days.

Also. While I'm talking and being in a good mood. I'm somewhat impressed with myself. Usually this is the part I talk about how bad I'm doing and how I hate my life and get all emo Elmo and threaten to quit. This is absolutely the longest I've ever stuck with anything like this and while it's really hard, I'm seeing a little bit of results. Like the clothes I lounge around in at home that are generally really unacceptable and should have been tossed in the trash years ago, are looser than they've ever been. Also, generally I would complain (about everything, per my usual) about how the new bridge across biltmore avenue for people like myself who have only been at the hospital 4 years and have to park on biltmore 1&2, have to use, how it has friggen 3 sets of stairs to climb with no elevator option. I mean, it's not my jam, nor do I sprint up them but I'm not winded at the end. My clothes are getting entirely too big (I really need to do something about that) and I find myself weighing my food a lot....and Jennifer is right, when the nutrition labels say "about 16 chips or X ounces" the 16 chips is ripping you off. You get a lot more by the ounce haha. I also was looking back through this insane blog and a)I've worked out like 54 times. who knew. and b) the things that I thought were ridiculous back in June and July aren't so ridiculous anymore. It's nice to feel somewhat accomplished even though I do have a long way to go. I saw this thing on pinterest (I say that about 8502 times a day) that was a quote that said, well actually I have a few to share for those of you who don't follow me on pinterest (and if you don't, you really should my "things I find way more amusing than I should" and "fitness will be witnessed" are the best ever).

"you will come to know that what appears today to be a sacrifice will prove instead to be the greatest investment you will ever make" - Gordon B. Hinkley

"Don't let the fear of the time it will take you to accomplish something stand in the way of doing it. The time will pass anyway, we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use"- Earl Nightingale

I'm really bad to be like dang I've almost lost 50 pounds but I still have a long way to go. Well, good news is, it's 50 less pounds a)I have to carry around and b)that I have to lose. I'm 23 years old, I have a bangin' job and no children. What better time is there than now?

so, now that I'm off my inspirational/workout high, I need to get my happy ass in the shower. Here's to hoping tomorrow is a repeat of today, and I say this a lot but I really do mean it. I couldn't have found a better trainer, or gym. Now back to your regular programming of my bitching and snark.

I still didn't get my damn poptart. That's the only thing that's missing. I really, really don't need one. But I want one. #princessproblems. Enough. Guitar hero then a shower. I'm out!