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.