56,791.

So lets be clear about something. I'm not a fan of taking medicine, especially those that make me gain weight when I have been/am busting my ass to lose weight. Also I'm basically starving 24/7 and I am not a fan of that either. I'm gonna try really, really hard to stay off the scale for a while but honestly for the past 10 months it's been the be all end all of my life. While I'm aware that's not good, that's how it is.I feel like I'm not doing enough, but I don't know what else I can do. I'm frustrated because I'm gaining weight and I even considered stopping taking the meds because of that, but apparently there's a blood test included in the pre-op stuff that can and will tell if I've actually been taking them. Ughhhhhh. I've eaten so much food today. Insert another pig emoji here.

Also, coming soon (maybe) a "shit freeman twins say" video. "How many more reps?" "How much weight is this?" "What does una mas mean?!" "You're an asshole!" "I'm sorry what?!" And much more. Much, much more. Kudos to Darin Starr for the idea.

Also right now as I'm typing this there's a stink bug in my car and I shut him up in my cup holders. I'm not really sure what to do with him. Help.

I hate Zercher squats. I'm over them. I miss the days of plain old body weight squats. Like 10 of them. That's all. Oh wait we never do just 10 of anything. I had the desire to start counting out loud but starting at the rep number I FEEL like we're at. Which with squats it would start at 56,791. Which is my approximate weight at this moment. Seriously the last set almost didn't happen and I feel like that one got cut 2 short because my legs are too weak to drive my massive upper body upright. Yeah I went there. It's one of those days. I wasn't sure when I was walking to get water that my legs weren't just going to give out. Thankfully I, nor my pride, were harmed during the squats or directly after. Then we did some shoulder presses which in fact are my jam. Except the last few of the last set in which the bar feels like it weighs about 56,791 pounds. Then Darin told me to put these like ankle weights on and lay down, well issue was the ankle weights were complicated. I required assistance getting them on and taking them off. But I felt like I was in a bad Jane Fonda video, and then while I was laying on the ground looking at the ceiling, all of a sudden, there was a lot of Taz in my face. Afterworlds there were some 45 degree pulls that were really, almost unnecessarily heavy. I pointed out they were heavy and got a "it's supposed to be", back. Ha. ha. Though it was deserved I don't really know what I thought it was supposed to feel like. After the workout was complete, Darin insisted I needed some form of protein instead of just mashed potatoes, which, they actually do have a bit of protein in them. Just like pop tarts. Yeah I went there too. Also apparently Carl's Jr. who has the pop tart ice cream sandwich deliciousness is different than Hardees. Who knew?! I thought they were the same. Here I am driving by Hardees almost on the daily to see if they have them or if they're even going to have a "coming soon!" sign and I see nothing. This is my life.

Anywho, still no word on a surgery date, hopefully I'll hear something tomorrow. Fingers crossed. Until then, I guess life will continue on as somewhat normally as it can. And with that, I'm out.
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Also I found this quote by Flannery (who I did a 47 page term project on for my literature based research class) and its the story if my liiiiife.

Normal, whatever that means.

So, unfortunately this blog post may not be as funny as the rest. I'll spare ya'll the long and invasive version of the story and just put it like this. I've been having some issues that wouldn't go away since January. I've seen 3 different doctors and no one took me seriously. I didn't feel like anyone was listening or even trying to help. I finally found someone to take me seriously. Dr.Hawes at Asheville Women's. There were some tests and exams and now I'm going to have surgery in the next 2 weeks to biopsy and remove some things, and hope for the best. and pardon my french but I am stressed the fuck out. 1 short week ago my biggest worry was if I was going to have to do a ton of push ups during a workout. Now if it's I have cancer. I'm trying really hard to continue on as normal (whatever that means) but that's hard. I'm 23 years old. Dr.Hawes was very, very good about the whole thing but there's really no way to put someone at ease in that situation. Everyone has been beyond sweet to me, and I appreciate it. I'm trying to cope in more healthy ways than laying in my bed all day and not eating. I went to the gym on Thursday and I didn't really want to be there, but I told myself to just get going and if I was still mad/unhappy/etc in 30 minutes, I could leave. I found my new favorite form of cardio, which weirdly enough is walking. Who knew? I literally had to make myself get off the treadmill because people were waiting. I would walk for 1 minute, then the next minute for the first 30 seconds I would walk at a 3.3 speed and 2% incline, then the last 30 seconds I would walk at a 3.5 and 4% incline, then recover at a 3.0 and a 0% incline. My heart rate (I borrowed Rebecca's transmitter) kept in the high 140's, low 150's and my legs had a nice burn but I didn't feel like I was knocking on death's door as much as I did when I ran. I also did some pull ups, squats, incline presses and hammer curls among other things. I was happy that I was somewhat productive in the midst of being super stressed out. I told Darin on Wednesday I was gonna have poptarts and mountain dew for dinner but I talked myself out of it. I've been (as of today) 7 days without ANY kind of soft drink, including diet. Which, let's be clear I would drop somebody for a mountain dew right now but that's not the point. I told myself that pure sugar for dinner (let me just also say poptarts do have real fruit in them) wasn't going to fix anything. It would just keep me up all night (I am MUCH more sensitive to sugar these days) and so, while I wished it was poptarts and mountain dew, I had a turkey sandwich and some water. The only thing I've heard thus far is that they're still waiting on my insurance stuff, then they'll call me and schedule this mess. So. More waiting. Which let's be clear I hate waiting. But I'm also trying to tell myself that I'm not going to waste my life/weekend worrying when it will change nothing. So. We'll see how that works out.

Today's workout was lots of pulling and some weird bicep curls with these weird grips. I tolerated them, that's really the best way to put it. I didn't hate them but I certainly didn't love them. I did hammer curls at the YWCA yesterday and my biceps were a little sore anyways. I better have some guns when I wake up in the morning. Also i heard some jackass at the Y was giggling about "curls for the girls" and I'm not sure if he means so he can get girls or for his man boobs. I really don't know much but I feel like bicep curls aren't a chest exercise. But I'm obviously not a fitness expert. Anyways. Also at the Y I did the most awkward machine ever, the adductor/abductor one where you just can't look anyone in the eyes or you're a straight up creep. But the insides of my legs are sore and it's a weird feeling. Anyways back to today, there were some Z-squats and incline presses which are my favorite thing ever and I don't know why. The incline press not the squats, just so there is no confusion. I wouldn't want anyone to think I liked any kind of squat.

Anyways, that's really all I have to ramble about. Other than because of some medicine I'm taking, I'm like retaining water and I'm kinda afraid to weigh myself tomorrow. I feel like my scale will say "HELP" haha. I'm gonna try to do my usual routine and go to the gym tomorrow. I might do like I did Thursday and wing it, I burned 502 calories making it up as I went along. So. There you have it. Another installment of you just wasted 10 minutes of my life reading this incoherent mess comes to an end.

I know a squat when I see one.

so I realize there was no blog post Friday...I suck at life sometimes ya'll. I was house/dog sitting in Canton for the weekend. What an exciting life I lead.

Anyways, last week was kinda somewhat a little bit of a shit show. Wednesday was horrific and I don't even want to begin to talk about it, and I definitely should have called off my workout but I didn't. Friday was way better, wayyyyyy better. I was a lot happier, and more mouthy. Which is my specialty. Ask my mom. She can tell you. I don't know what anyone expects when we're doing push ups, all we do is push ups. Just kidding. If you haven't seen the "shit women say to personal trainers" video, I will direct you to youtube at this time. Friday we did a lot of stuff, and by a lot I mean a lot. Like push ups, planks, shoulder presses, chest slams, step ups, 45 degree pulls and seated rows. Also I will note instead of the 10lb medicine ball we used the 12 and did 30 instead of 12. Movin on up in the world. Except I would have been just as happy with the 10lbs and 12 rep situation haha.

I'm also back using myfitnesspal. Long story short I was thinking about when I lost the most weight and was actually feeling I won't say good... But better than normal...when was that, and what was I doing? that was January, and I was running myself ragged doing crossfit classes, working out with Darin, classes at the Y and c25k and eating 1500 calories or more a day...sooo when I got up this morning I decided to log my weight (insert not so happy face here) and then MFP decided to change my calories and macros. Apparently I can now have 1830 calories. I'm sorry what was that? am I training to be a sumo wrestler by next week? well, the answer is no, and that was precisely what I squealed when I saw that number. I do GOOD to hit 1300 calories a day, so let's be clear. 1800 is not a number I will be acquainted with. Except weirdly enough, Darin said that wasn't out of the question. Which. again I say what?! that really does seem like a lot. Like I feel like all I've done today is eat and I barely broke 1500. My appetite still isn't back to normal but I feel like not eating isn't really doing me any favors. After today's workout I ate not one, but two of my kashi honey almond flax seed bars, but I really like those, so that wasn't super hard to do. Then I found myself at subway....I got a subway club on wheat bread because when I order food at places I get nervous and that's the first thing that came out of my mouth. Their bread tastes like dirt, but it is what it is. I've also not had anything but water to drink today and let's be clear, I have a headache and there isn't much I wouldn't do for a mountain dew. #ihaveaproblem also I'm thinking about trying insanity or p90x mostly because I make poor choices but I'd like to see what the fuss is about. Though Rebecca said just watching insanity made her tired, but she's a lazy pig sometimes and a snitch, so I don't know that I fully trust her assessment. Hmm. We'll see.

Which brings us to today's workout which feels a lot like just what I did between meals today. Cause all I do is eat. insert pig emoji here. Anyways, there were a few more squats than I would like, but I mean. I guess after 10 months, I should be used to it. But yet here I am bitching. Surprise. Just kidding, no one here is surprised I'm bitching (at all) or specifically about squats. they're just so stupid. of course I would choose stuff like squats and push ups that are like "the best" exercises (the best to who, is yet to be determined) to hate. I freakin would. and we did (and by we I think we all know I mean me) did what his sneaky ass tried to call a "cable push press" which was a cable squat and press. I know a squat when I see one! I may not be able to do math or really know what coast I'm on, but I know when my lower body is about to take a beating. I did a 3 point row today with like 35lbs and I'm beginning to hate those too. It's fine when it's easy, but I don't like it when 6 reps is rough and I don't know how the hell this happened but my left side is a lot weaker than my right. I haven't had a stroke that I'm aware of. Nor did I ever go to the gym and just do exercises on one side. I'm basically the 8th wonder of the world. Everything on my posterior chain hurts and all I really want to do is go lay down, which, is all I ever really want to do if we're being honest. In an ideal world, I would lay in my bed all day, read books and eat poptarts.

Anyways, that's what I've been doing the last 7 days. Here's to hoping operation "eat ALL the food" actually sends the scale in the right direction.

Sass and snark.

and here we go again. There may be some extra sass and snark, but well. I think by now that's normal. I also think everyone knows, or should know, that I really do enjoy this journey and when I do get extra sassy/snarky/bitchy it's because that's how I deal with things. Just so we're clear. Now. On to more important stuff.

Long story short, I got on the elliptical at the gym on Saturday and remembered in approximately 9 seconds why I hated them and never get on them. They're stupid. that's why. I thought because the new one at Mission's gym was super fancy, and you could tell it like hey, I have 15 minutes (that's all I can EVER stay on one of them) and I want to do intervals, and it does everything maybe it would be more fun. I don't know why I thought that because, pardon the vulgarity, that sucked as much as a two dollar whore on nickel night. Really. like WHY is the elliptical even a thing? I was literally wheezing and making some kind of...I don't want to say grunting because I'm not a caveman or anything of the sort, but some kind of noise that I feel like translates in to "help me"...AND I think when I told the machine 15 minutes, that should include the stupid 5 minute warm up and cool down, because otherwise that's 25 minutes. I'll not lead anyone to think I actually did the cool down. My cool down was laying down on the ground infront of it. Then I thought, hey. what if the blood pools in your extremities and you die? and then I thought, "well good. then I'll never have to get on another elliptical again." and that's how I feel about that, in case anyone was wondering.

We did a bunch of squats today, and actually I wasn't super not pleased. That's as good as it gets with me and squats right now. My legs feel really heavy/tired already so I feel like I'm going to be not super pleased in the morning. Then there were some shoulder presses, close grip pulls and hulks, and at one point Taz was literally laying right next to where my feet should go during the hulks, but I didn't even care because he's so friggen cute. In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm done running. I'm tired of my knees hurting...if my knees are gonna hurt from something it's sure as hell gonna be crossfit. Plus, I ran on Sunday and I just don't want to anymore. My stunt on the elliptical was my way of trying to mix things up, so maybe instead of running three times a week, I could do bike intervals, some elliptical time and run 1 day a week...then I thought, uh no. Back to life on the bike. Which is fine by me at this point. I do miss crossfit and I don't know why. Also I've lost 5 pounds in the last like 10 days-ish and that puts me to 80lbs lost in right around 10 months, I believe I mentioned that last post but I've not gained it back so I'm going to count it as a forever loss. Not just water weight/fever weight like when I lost 8 pounds when I had my kidney infection and gained all that right back in like 3 days. Which is the worst, by the way. The kidney infection and the weight gain. I thought at least if I was going to feel like I was knocking on death's door, that I could at least lose some weight while I was at it.

Also, speaking of. Today, Darin and I had like a legit 8 minute conversation about poptarts. Apparently there's a ratio of like carbs to protein that's supposed to be acceptable and it's like 2:1, and poptarts are 19:1. Which, you win some you lose some, but according to the package of poptarts they have real fruit baked in them and 4 grams of protein which, that's fine. It's better than none. My life's mission has become to find a way to make poptarts an acceptable meal substitution. That and Mountain Dew. Don't act surprised I threw that in there.

Anyways, that's what happening in the world-o-nessie. not much, per my usual. Here's to hoping my legs aren't sore tomorrow.

Excessive brutality.

So today was day 2 of 2 in a row. I don't know why I'm complaining because I used to do 4 days a week plus boot camp. Old age is a killer. just kidding I'm only 23 and lazy. Also I can't promise where this blog is gonna go, so consider yourself warned.

Yesterday was brutal. Excessively brutal. Which I believe is a crime. Maybe. It was insane to say the least. It was like boot camp on steroids. We did 6 exercises for 1 minute each with the only rest being the time it took me to move to the place the exercise was happening. We did these things called zercher squats, you hold the bar in the crook of your elbow and squat. I actually prefer those to any other squat. That was exercise #1 and #4. There was the incline press, seated row, lat pull down and dumbbell flys. 3 rounds. It rivaled the sweat production of bikram yoga. Almost. I didn't hate it, but I hate the way my legs feel right now. My quads feel like someone has taken a pizza cutter to the muscles. 450 calories in 50 minutes isn't too shabby though...and if I compare that to what I was capable of 8 months ago. Well, within 1 round I would have passed out. So, progress is progress. My left hip has started hurting and I don't know why and it's driving me nuts. I've tried stretching and it still hurts. I try not to complain too much, mostly because I don't want to end up having to use the foam roller because in my world that's the equivalent of having a tooth pulled sans the anesthesia. Also in my world Mountain Dew is good for you. Yes. I'm still talking about that. But my hip started hurting Monday evening and then I was supposed to just walk and stretch on Tuesday but because I don't listen, I decided to try and run. That didn't work. 3.5 intervals in and I ended up laying in the field near my house, until my dog decided to try and touch my brain with her tongue via my nose. Lesson somewhat learned.

Today, thankfully, was less intense. The only thing that wasn't sore? My shoulders. What did we do today? Shoulders. Good news is, I really like 90% of the stuff we did today. Except this thing called "running the rack", I'd rather run home just so we're clear. My shoulders don't hurt...yet, they're just tired. Like if I try to raise my arms, they start shaking. My appetite still hasn't came back to normal yet. Darin suggested some herbal appetite stimulants from nature's pharmacy and now I realize this sounds like I'm talking about weed. I'm not. I learned a lot in my 5th grade D.A.R.E program, just kidding. I don't remember anything from that except the mascot was a ginger lion in a black shirt and there were mouse pads talking about giving people the cold shoulder. I'm not entirely sure I really don't have A.D. D. Anyways, I realllllllllllllllllllllly am kinda afraid if I do get them, I'm going to become a bottomless pit and gain 100 pounds. According to my scale this week, I've actually lost some weight....to the tune of 4lbs. Which technically brings me up to 80lbs in 9 months....now, if that's water weight, muscle mass, fat, or you know brain cells, I'm not super sure. Since the crazy workout on Wednesday, I've been nuts. I got lost on the way to work, then I also drove off with my favorite purple water bottle on top of my car, effectively ruining it, and I couldn't answer the question of what 15-8 was. Yeah. I said 9 I think. I'm not sure. I'm not good at much other than being a snarky bitch, so math isn't in my bag of tricks.

Anywho, this is my life. Today has felt like Friday but unfortunately it's not and I still have to work tomorrow. So thus ends another poorly written blog post.
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Poptarts and push ups; a story of love and hate.

this weekend was supposed to be chill, I was supposed to maybe run on Saturday and then relax and play heehaw with the fuck around gang. Well, the universe had other plans. On Friday night my brother straight up totaled my grandparents Corolla. It's seriously a wonder he isn't dead, he flipped it twice and pretty much everything is caved in. Then Saturday morning, my brother called and said we should come to my grandparents house (we all live on the same street...my mom, her brother and my grandparents) because my grandma can't talk, or move the right side of her body. So, we called 911 and she's in the hospital and currently not doing so well. So. Here's to hoping this resolves soon and she comes back home.

I ran on Saturday and Sunday and did session 10 of my running plan. Run 1:10, walk 1:10. I laid down on the treadmill at the end of my cooldown for a minute. It was rough with my wheezing but I turned up my music so loud I couldn't hear myself breathe. I feel selfish going to the gym with my grandma being sick but I just needed out of the hospital that I see 5-6 days a week anyways, and I just needed to not be able to think about anything but survival for about 30 minutes. Also when I went on Sunday, before I ran I just did everything I loved. Hammer curls, tricep push downs, cleans, and then because it's been bothering me for almost 2 weeks now, thrusters. I finally figured out why I couldn't do them at O3. My feet weren't far enough apart or turned out. But I did those and some calve raises because my legs are too fat for fun, I did some lying hamstring curls and some shoulder presses. I also tried a bear complex because I saw Rich Froning, Dan Bailey and Rob Orlando (Helllllooooooooooo mancrushmonday) do them on a youtube video and I wanted to try. I just used the bar and they used 225lbs for 30 reps. I don't think I can even roll 225lbs much less squat clean-thruster-back squat-thruster it. #weak.

I still felt guilty about working out today but I'm glad I did. It's been the one thing that doesn't change and I always feel better after I workout. Always. Today was "metabolic monday" and the return of push ups. I seriously hate push ups. Dead lifts, push ups, planks on some bosu balls, plie squats, 3 point rows and seated rows and some "i wanna go homes" which is some kind of fly(?) and ugh and lots of sweat and petting Taz while I rested. Darin and I were discussing what I could have for dinner and I suggested poptarts and mountain dew. Unfortunately the mountain dew got dismissed buuuuuuuut I got the okay for a post workout poptart. hell. yes. That was basically the best thing I've eaten in a month. Seriously. We hadn't done pushups in a while (thank God) so I think its somewhat of a fair trade. Worst exercise in the world for one of the best foods in the world. Though I didn't get them because I did push-ups, I got them because at this point they're better than the nothing I was going to eat post workout haha. I got a pack of them and only ate one because that's all I could stomach. So now I have 1 poptart in my lunchbox. Who knew they were selling poptarts for .89 cents now too?! cheap. I mean. I took a little peek at the "nutritional facts" and it's nothing but sugar and carbs but it's really friggen tasty sugar and carbs. There are 2 grams of protein per tart though. Fun fact; I don't eat the crust of them. Only the inside. I also don't eat the crust on bread, anywhere. Even at places like Longhorn. Sometimes I wonder how I function with all my food issues. I had a turkery burger sans the bun for lunch and a coke zero, in case anyone was wondering. No one? fair. moving on.

Well actually that's all the fun facts I have for all my 3 readers tonight. So. Hope y'all enjoyed this episode of what I like to call "too fat for fun", tune in Thursday to see what else I can find to complain about! :)

Never the same.

who has had zero appetite all week? show of hands. This girl. I don't know why, either. I just don't want anything to eat OR drink. Which, the first day or two I kinda figured I would just deal with it, and now it's like I don't want anything. at all. Nothing sounds good, even cereal which, I LOVE cereal. It's legit one of my favorite foods. Darin suggested I try an isopure protein drink from the vitamin shoppe on tunnel. So, I ventured out today and got 2, a fruit punch and a blue raspberry. I don't know what the scientific name for nasty as hell is, but I think it's isopure. I tried the fruit punch first and it tastes a lot like cherry dentist water. Like you know how dentist water tastes different than the water you drink? it's just gross. I got MAYBE 3 ounces down before that was all she wrote. I tried drinking water in between sips of that, and then I tried chugging it. Um no. That almost became a fruit punch vomit eruption in my car. The taste of fruit punch will never be the same. Hawaiian punch is ruined forever. That may not be such a bad thing haha. After that, then I thought hey! I got a quest bar while I was there too, so maybe that would be better and that tasted like chewy cinnamon cardboard, and nothing like the cinnamon roll on the front. Which, I get it, it's not going to taste like it's from cinnabon. I think I maybe wasn't in the best state of mind to try that status post almost isopure vomit incident. I also just cleaned out my car, Rebecca is basically a pig and obviously thinks much like the tooth fairy, there is a car cleaning fairy that every so often washes and vacuums out the interior...I also hate throwing up so I decided to call it quits with the drink before I pushed my luck a wee bit too far.

Working out this week has been stressful. Mostly because I have this issue where I feel like I have to get everything "right" and if I'm not, then I'm in a constant state of anxiousness. I've gained 1.5 pounds, and this week I've kinda felt like I have to work extra hard in the gym/running to make up for that I guess. I know that not eating is the way to gain weight, but when you're not hungry, it's just not easy. I'm pretending for my sanity that it's water weight. I'm so tired, I feel like I NEED to take a day off and rest but I don't want to and sometimes I'm too stubborn for my own good. Like I still don't have an inhaler. Anywho I log all my workouts and such in my Lily planner, and today makes 16 days in a row of doing SOMETHING. Running, weights, Bikram Yoga, "regular" yoga etc. We'll see what happens this weekend. Moving on. Today was as fun as I allowed it to be, cleans and snatches were involved and that makes me happy. however. I can't say much for the faces I was making during the snatches....but at crossfit we never did snatches like that and these feel weird, the ones I learned at crossfit were apparently squat snatches. annnnd I wasn't aware there was such a thing/a difference. Then there was a lat pulldown which felt like it had about 5400 pounds on it. I think it was 70 but I was really tired. I'm just tired in general and my head hurts. Oh. I ran yesterday, and finally moved on to session 9 which is running for 1 minute and 5 seconds, and walking for 1 minute and 10 seconds. I finally broke the running for more than 60 seconds barrier! which. I know, right? that's good if you're an overweight fifth grade girl running on the playground. It's a rough life. I also watched a video on youtube and tried a kettlebell snatch in the privacy of the YWCA haha. My right wrist has the bruise to prove it. Coordination just isn't in my bag of tricks. Today we were doing some stuff on the step, alternating step ups I think was it, the alternating part throws me for a loop. I feel like I'm trying out for the 3rd string mini golf team. I don't know what I'm saying that doesn't even make sense. I'm just really not as coordinated as most people.

anywho, this shit show is my life. Things will get better, I just have to work a little harder. That's all for now, so with that. I'm out.
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Sweat, shoulders and swearing.

So, let's recap the weekend, shall we?

I never have legit plans except for once in a blue moon. So Friday after my workout, I went to meet Jennifer at Zoe's Kitchen, and she suggested I come with her to Bikram yoga at River Ridge. I agreed. It was 90 minutes of nothing but sweat. Like, don't ask me what I expected but I was surprised at exactly how much sweat I actually produced. I kinda wanted to throw up. I had to sit down a couple of times because the room was spinning and then I got super anxious and felt like I couldn't breathe because it was so hot. Some of the poses, I just wanted to be like what the hell?! do I look like I can touch my nose to my spine?! It was a really good experience none the less. This is going to make me sound retarded (but when has that ever stopped me?) but I kept looking at myself in the mirror during yoga and I actually felt like I look smaller. Which, is a rare occasion. I know I've lost 75lbs and all that jazz but I still feel like I look exactly the same in the mirror. I think it must have been the delirium from the heat setting in. But 6 months ago, I would have never in my LIFE went to yoga at all, much less Bikram. I liked the meditation part where we just laid there and he talked. Once I shut myself up and convinced myself that I wasn't going to die of hyperthermia, it was nice.

Needless to say, directly after I drove myself home and showered for almost an hour haha. I felt really gross and was never more thankful for a shower in my life. I ate my lunch of peanut butter toast while I got ready to shower. Driving home was one of the grossest experiences of my life. I don't know WHY I didn't think to bring a change of clothes. But anyways. I didn't run on Saturday as I would have passed out or keeled over dead. I ran on Sunday. I really need an inhaler but I'm hoping this whole wheezing thing passes. I didn't feel like dying as much as normal but I've also been repeating the whole run 1:00, walk 1:10 for 10 rounds, and then some walking at the end. Then I went and saw Olympus has Fallen, which was a really, really, really good movie but it was really, really, really violent. Again, don't ask me what I expected. I just love Gerard Butler. That's all. and Rich Froning (jr). He's the "fittest man alive" and I mean, well. Hello nurse. He's also #1 in the crossfit open right now #badass.

That brings us to today, which let me just say my shoulders are real tired. There was lots of pushing stuff above my head, Squats on that damn step with a shoulder press (a modified sotts/sucks press) knee level snatches, push press, wood choppers, pistons, ughhhhhhhhh. Seriously. There was lots of swearing and threatening to kill myself and leave a suicide note mentioning Darin. The last round of push presses was almost my undoing. I'm tired. Weirdly though, I'm not hungry. At. All. I've had a bowl of cereal and a baked potato to eat today which, hello carbapalooza. I feel like if I'm not hungry I shouldn't eat which I guess isn't the way it works and also mountain dew isn't an acceptable post workout drink for any of you who were wondering....no one? just me? fine. After my workout, Darin suggested 10-15 minutes of biking, I guess in hopes of making me hungry. No dice. still. not. hungry. but my legs are tired. So, I mean at least I'll sleep well tonight?

Anywho. I have baking to do, so that's all for now!