Doin' work.

Today was killer. And by that I mean fabulous, on point, excellent, and then I felt like death post workout with Darin haha.

I decided to get it together and make food to take to work and try to eat every 3 hours ish. And lets be clear, I met Jer for dinner at Zoe's kitchen at 6ish and I could eat again. My appetite has come back with a vengeance. Today I had pb& reduced sugar jelly (I'm working my way to sugar free) oats, then I had a banana and 2 tablespoons of pb2 which is my JAM. Oddly enough I prefer it to regular peanut butter. Then I had steak and broccoli for lunch and then strawberry Greek yogurt for a snack. It sounds like so much and it kinda is. Yesterday Matt, Becky, Jer and I went to green life and I found these 2 bars. One was a Luna bar and the other was a "think thin" bar. Well I know why, you'll get thin eating them. Because you won't and you'll starve to death. That was beyond disgusting. I'm talking like on a scale of 1-rotten garbage it was a solid dog turd covered in salty sand. I haven't tried the Luna one because I'm scarred from the other. So I ate a 100 calorie pack of almonds after my workout. While I'm rambling. I make horrid decisions under pressure. Like oh I don't know. Purchasing a crossfit groupon. 12 intro or "on ramp" sessions for 30$ and I'm basically petrified. Part of me wants to try it and see what the fuss is about and the other social anxiety part of me is like Uh yeah. You're gonna get there and cry before you get out of the car. I mean the worst that can happen is I can be out 30$ and get emotionally and physically scarred so much that I never leave my house again and die alone on Seay lane with my dog brownie as my only companion. And maybe some real brownies since I won't care about being strong and fit anymore. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. That's my motto. Speaking of the worst. Lets talk about planet fitness. Apparently they have a pizza party once a month. Counter productive at best as pizza isn't really the best choice of food. Second of all apparently they're confused. You can't drop weights, grunt, or "judge". I get the whole "no judgement" thing because the gym can be intimidating (but I also tell myself that the lion never loses sleep over the opinion of the sheep. Do what you need to do and move on. If anyone wants to watch/judge they need to get a life), but really?! It's not a damn library. And apparently you can't do dead lifts either. Which. I mean I don't necessarily love them but it shouldn't be outlawed because of the noise. There's a "lunk alarm" if you do any of the above and they ask you to leave. That is beyond retarded. Helen Keller could make better rules than that.

Anyways. The moral of the story is never give dogs fudge on Christmas. What? I don't know what's wrong with me. I swear when I start writing these I do have a purpose. Focus. Today's workout. I feel really good about it actually which is a change from this time last week haha. We started out with everyone's favorite. A squat with an overhead press. Then a 40 second plank. Then 8 step back lunges on each leg then these crunches that were basically a 3 in 1 special. And by special I mean small slice of hell. Two go rounds. Then we moved on to weights which we all know is my jam. I'll spare you the details but I'm fairly sure my legs will be sore tomorrow. Curses. That's the worst. I'm either trying the CSI class at the Y (cardio and strength intervals...clever) or going at it on my own.

I never thought I would get excited about stuff like this. Or I always thought people like that were weird, the ones who thought going to the gym was "fun" but it really is. And every time I'm at the Y, everyone is lining up for the cardio machines and I want to be like um attention please. It's more fun to lift weights and you can get your cardio doing other stuff than walking on a treadmill. Also, muscle burns more calories than fat and to get muscle you need to lift weights. I'm full of information, but not really. It kinda feels like my job at the hospital has become something to do between workouts. I'm always thinking about what I want to do next or what class I want to do at the Y, and all that fun stuff. I also write down my workouts and calories from my watch in my Lily planner, where all the important stuff goes. My goal is 5 hours a week of working out. I think that's legit. I can readjust as needed, too. I used to not write out goals for fear of failure. Then I realized if I fail, nothing happens. I just try again and move on. Lesson learned.

Anyways. It's past my bedtime. I've absolutely earned my sleep tonight. And with that, I'm gonna make like a baby and head out. Hahahahah seriously I love that. ✌