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!

:)