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.