necessities.

Welcome back to another exciting edition of this girl has got to stop.

we can't stoppp and we won't stoppp. I know you read that like Miley sings it.

but it's my mouth I can say what I want to.

okay enough with the Miley quotes.

This week. Damn it's been good. Monday kicked off mine and my sweet friend Kirsten's 12 week weight loss challenge/competition/get it together whatever and I've done fabulous. toot toot mother fuckers. I've had a gallon of water every day since Sunday, and with the exception of today's slip up, I've been 98% on plan. Except I've thrown a little twist in. I'm kinda playing my own game of IIFYM. If it fits your macros for those of you who don't want to lose weight/live under a rock. In my world, IIFYM means as long as I hit the numbers Darin has set for protein/carbs/fat within the calorie limit, I can pretty much eat what I want. Here's the kicker to this though, you can't get 135 grams of protein a day eating taco bell. But I've discovered it's easier for me to eat better during the day, and then mess around with my dinner a little. It kinda takes a lot of planning on my part, so I pre-track all the food I want to eat the night before and leave dinner up for grabs with whatever macros I have left. Like Tuesday night I fit 3/4 of a tostinos pizza for dinner and a cup of greek yogurt for a late night snack. Wednesday night I had a chicken burrito from Moes. Weirdly enough I feel like I look smaller. I don't know if that's wishful thinking on my part or whatever but I don't feel so obsessive or crazy. OR I don't feel like if I eat a mini reeses cup that I've killed a bus full of blind orphans on the way to church. and I'm not like DYING for it to be Saturday night so I can binge on everything I've ever wanted. Which is a first.

workouts have been good. Kevin damn near killed me on Monday. I did a BILLION and 48 lunges and some KB swings where you like force it on the way down too and squats and these weird things where I carried a kettlebell 1482 different ways all over the place and these 1 arm TRX rows that, AT THE TIME OF THIS WRITING, my back still hurts. 3 days later. I did a butt ton of cardio tonight because I'm always in the negative there. MY LIFE. Darin gave me some at-home options to do before work that would trade for steady state time. Though they look less appealing than I thought they would. I would rather just call sleeping steady state cardio. I wonder if I thought about scary movies before I went to sleep and had nightmares, my heart rate would go up enough to count it for cardio? I don't even know if that would work. There is also a bunch of squats and lunges and fucking push ups I HATE PUSH UPS I can't even do real ones after like 19 months haha, and burpees and step ups. I don't even know what I'm gonna step up on because I'm kinda afraid I'll break my kitchen chairs and my bed is super wobbly and unstable, my dresser is too tall and my coffee table is too low. it's like the three bears story. except nothing I own is 'just right'. I'm clearly so tired I'm stupid.

anyways yall. I'm only weighing myself on Monday morning, even though I wanted to last night but my scales batteries are dead. I was devastated. that's a super dramatic word that probably isn't really necessary. I guess weighing myself isn't a necessity. Though I act like it's something I have to do to survive.

Oh and I finally got another actiped from the corporate wellness program at work, so if I do good and get my shit together and hit all the "goals" and get my points, I get a check for like $100 bucks every 3 or 4 months, I don't remember which. So, here's to hoping this bunch of awesome continues. and it will. #cantstopwontstop.

I really do need to stop. So with that being said, I'm off to pack my huge 6 pack bag with all kinds of food. People stare at me when I walk in what the huge bag. I mean, it's a huge bright pink bag with abs on it. I don't know what I expected, but it's handy as hell and it's basically my refrigerator purse. Anyways. End of story.