Alliteration, ftw.
What a week it has been.
I am trying so, so, so hard to get it together and keep a positive attitude. I mean, I even posted a facebook status about it. It's serious. Ha. Serious is not my specialty sometimes. But when I said "things aren't always as bad as they seem, they're as bad as we let them be" I meant it. I made that up all on my own, for realz. I mean it's true. I can sit here and tell you guys that I've had a crappy, crappy week. I miss my brother, my dad is sick, I'm working extra hours, I'm tired, I'm behind on studying, I cracked my molar on a nature valley granola bar...ugh. But, all of the above for the most part can be easily remedied. Speaking of that nature valley fiasco. Let's talk about an ingredient not listed on the side of the package. CONCRETE. damn it. I don't think it's an unreasonable request to eat a granola bar and keep all my teeth, though apparently that's going to be a concern of mine for the rest of the foreseeable future. Also, I swallowed the peice of tooth that broke off and I am also concerned about that. There's still some slight inflammation. I'm trying to hold off on a dental visit because lets be clear, I would rather do push ups than go to the dentist. I neeeed my wisdom teeth out but then I wouldn't be as smart. I can't afford that kind of loss. Also. I have a small cavity I've been putting off getting filled. Oops. So far I've been a wonderful adult. Just kidding I think I'm still 14 in my mind.
so. studying for the ACSM CPT cert is a bitch, to be blunt. I had NO FREAKIN IDEA the subject of physics was in any way involved. I mean it makes sense, somewhat, but I skipped physics in leau of chemistry in high school and sweet baby jesus. I suck at math and it takes me a bit for some things to kinda click with me. So. maybe I'll test in February or March, depending on if I ever get my shit together and start studying on a regular basis. I'm about 1/4 of the way in to the anatomy portion, I'm good with the bones but not muscles. or connective tissues. or joints. or anything really. I actually decided to switch that and start with nutrition so I could a)maybe get a handle on mine and b)not feel completely overwhelmed. I have a bad habit of quitting when I'm intimidated or not good at something quickly. Like crossfit. Oh and college. I'm a mess.
lack of consistency. I think that should be my indian name, but we all know if I was ever an indian my name would be girl who eats too much or girl who talks too much, and I think pale Pocohontis has a nice ring to it as well. I want to be able to run as long as she does barefoot through all those rocks and up that huge hill and still sing that "paint with all the colors of the wind song" as if I'm just standing there doing nothing. But I also don't want a boyfriend named John Smith. I mean if he stole your identity, good luck getting it back. Also if I remember correctly he almost gets beheaded by her dad and I have yet to meet someone I'm willing to get my head knocked off with by a rusty rock with for. I mean what did she think that was gonna do? like her dad was gonna kill her. She knew what she was doing all the time. manipulative. HA. This is how my mind works. If I don't start doing cardio on somewhat of a regular basis I'm gonna need someone to behead me with a rusty rock. well. maybe not that drastic. but maybe an "out of line" pinch. you know where I'm going with this. I'm supposed to do like 150 minutes of steady state and 50 of intervals maybe. I'm squinting when I type that because my memory is sketchy lately. I think I've maybe done 20 minutes this week. yeahhhhh. I'm making an ugly face while I type that too (is that even possible you ask? every day of my life. I'm sorry I'm on a roll) but really. I HAVE however, gotten alllllllllll the lifting done with no problemo. I've been sore as shit. I just like lifting weights more than cardio and I have yet to find a form of cardio I like. I liked running for a while but thats out, I don't get my heart rate up enough on a bike, I hate walking on a treadmill, that's boring, the stairmill can go straight to hell where it can from, ellipiticals are okayyyyy, I'm too scared to try a class at the rush alone and swimming is a pain in the ass and I hate the outdoors. this is what Darin has to work with. a mess. I hope if/when/in a galaxy far far away I ever become a trainer I get a client like me. I don't know what I would tell me honestly. Probably sorry about your luck, chuck. if you don't stop eating poptarts I'm going to hit you with a haymaker and break your jaw so you have to go on a liquid diet. then I would have no clients. Goodness. this is my life, folks. If I didn't laugh I would cry. and I prefer laughing. life is better when you're laughing. that's for damn sure.
I feel like I'm putting together a puzzle, and every time I get close to putting all the pieces together, there's an earthquake that registers like a 8.4 on the richter scale and everything goes to hell in a handbasket. but there's no reason to not try to put it together again because I don't know when the next earthquake is gonna happen. damn I'm getting good at metaphors. Really though, that's exactly how I feel. so. plans for today include being lazy, watching criminal minds and studying, a bicep/trciep workout, some cardio for the love of all that is good and holy, farmburger for dinner downtown then a haunted asheville trolly tour. I can't wait.
That's all for this edition of my God this is still being written, check back next week to see if I can tell you what a carb is. Spoiler alert. Maybe.
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