2021

FORE!! Journey #15

Bwahahahahaha! This cover shot is the absolute best. Yes, this is old, but it will never get old. I love me the heck out of some Ricky Fowler and his Japanese/Native American ass. Plus dirtbikes and stuff. Cool dude. (Now watch someone come along and say how Ricky did some terrible thing because we all know that I don’t pay attention to what’s going on in the media.)

From the amount I talk about it (hardly at all), I don’t suppose that you would know that I own a set of golf clubs. And not just any set of golf clubs, I’ve got a left-handed ladies set which is like finding a needle on a monkey-colored vest on a monkey sitting on a purple unicorn that just ran into a haystack of glitter. In other words, for some reason the golf world doesn’t think I exist. Hellooooooooo! Over heeeeeeeeeeere! LOL! I just looked at a major online golf retailer and a full set is $1300. I definitely did not pay that much. Nowhere near that much. Not even 5 years ago when I got them. GTFOH.

Anyway, me, hubby, and my quite reasonably priced clubs went out to TopGolf on Friday. We’ve been here for just over three years now and haven’t been out to a range. We legit went to the range more in Colorado than in Florida. That’s weird, but it’s true. When we last left our heroine at the driving range in Colorado, every single thing she hit with her driver was going so far left it was ridiculous. Yes, my lefty ass had a crazy slice. I say had because out of nowhere, I hit everything straight. That slice was nowhere to be seen. I amazed myself. Granted, I wasn’t hitting them very far – I think I maxed out at around 120 yd in the air and a total distance of around 170 yds – but they were going straight and that is a giant step. That slice was literally the reason I wouldn’t go out on a course. But watch out now! I think I’m ready to add golf to the huge list of things I want to practice (and then don’t, lol). PS. Angry Birds over there is absolutely hilarious. Best addition ever.

Side note: I never actually looked up how far is average for women to hit their drivers. I just did. 140 – 200 yards. I’m not doing too badly for an amateur.

Over the weekend, I did not eat my best life, let me tell you. I ate ice cream and brownies and my bloated belly and the scale told me all about it today. I also skipped my shake on Sunday, mainly because I just was too lazy to make the effort. That’s pretty shitty of me, but I’m past it already. Missing one day in 14 is not going to be the end of anyone’s world, least of all mine. I did have a moment of craving for it, but that craving (nor my husband’s mentions) wasn’t strong enough to make me get up and hit the Nutribullet.

All else remains on track. No sleeping late. Plenty of energy. Nothing stops the brown express. I went ahead and made that to-do list so I think I’m going to go check off write a blog post and then check off a few more things. Have a great day!

Thirsty Ass – Journey #11

Well hey there! Yep, I missed yesterday but sometimes, I just don’t have anything to say. I mean, outside of what’s going on in the journey. You know what? I’m cool with that. Believe me, especially if you don’t/haven’t write/written on a regular basis, it isn’t always easy to just pound out 750 words that aren’t complete nonsense. I mean, I don’t always get to 750 and a lot of the times it IS nonsense. But hey, nobody’s perfect.

Thursday is such a great day. It’s almost the weekend and in this case, it’s even closer since I took the day off tomorrow. So yep, today is my Friday. *cue the Johnny Kemp because I also just got paid* I’m thinking about making it Thirsty Thursdays. No, I won’t be handing out beverages, frosty or otherwise, but I might still be causing moisture. BWAHAHAHA. Short story erotica on Thursdays? Erotic friend fiction a la Tina Belcher? If Tina was writing like I write, then Bob and Linda have a hell of a lot more to worry about than they think and Jairo is only the beginning.

Anywho, I think that’ll be a great idea to go along with my Thongstand Thursday on IG. That is going to remain ongoing, but I think that story time can wait until next week to begin. Besides, I just thought about that. I’ll need to think more about a story to write. I’m even open to making this like Whose Line Is It Anyway. Go ahead and throw out a scenario and I’ll write in it. Oh, and if you DO throw out that request, I’m not going to mention whose requests I’m fulfilling. You’ll just have to figure out if I’ve written for you.

In the last day and a half, the thought of making a to-do list has really been in the forefront of my mind. Why? No idea. It isn’t as though I have so many things to do in a day. However, I do like checking off boxes, I do like making the actual lists (because erasable colored pens!). Also, I suppose that I feel as though I’ve accomplished more in a day if I have checked things off of my list. Knowing me, I’d like to think that I could sit down in the morning and make this list, but I know that my mornings tend to get all kinds of hectic when least expected, so perhaps I should be working on that list the night before. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

If I were REALLY feeling energetic and whatnot, I’d be using my freaking timeblocking. I literally have a whole planner for it. It’s beautiful. And as I look at it, I’m considering buying one for next year as well. Partially because I have a problem with office supplies, partially because I just want it, and partially because I feel like I will be productive using it. I had gotten away from it after I left the nightmare that was real estate, but I think that now is a good time to dial it back in and get my shit together. I mean, I’ve been doing that with my physical body, might as well do it with my time.

And speaking of the physical body, yep, still on the Shakeology. I may miss days of writing, but I am 11 days strong on the shakes. I don’t think I realized it when it was happening, but I think I had a mood dip, maybe yesterday or the day before into yesterday. Everything felt a little overwhelming like I wanted to just throw it all away. I pushed through it because I’ve had those moments before. Fortunately, it didn’t last overly long.

Energy levels remain at a constant level (I feel like I’m giving a report to the bridge from engineering here) with minor fluxations in the flux capacitors. My warp core continues to have power but never gets breached. If anything, I’d say I have the opposite of cravings the last day or so. I’ve just felt not so much like eating. That happens. It’s nothing new. No poop today. 🙁 But it’s early and I’m still holding out hope. Pretty sure you can still be regular if you miss your time on one day.

Well, I think I have a to-do list to make so I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Don’t forget to throw in your requests! You can put them in the comments or you can message me directly on FB (if that’s how you got here), or you can email your requests to me at sunnyzspinz@gmail.com. Til later!

Journey 9 – The Pain

Yoooooooooooooooo! My fucking ass hurts! Glute max, glute min, glute meeds (I know that’s not how it’s spelled, sheesh). All of it! Let me throw in some sore quads and hammies and yeah, like don’t touch me from my bellybutton to my knees.

Ok, so Tuesday and I’m already out of things to talk about for this week. Let me give you the journey lowdown then I’m gonna just use this space to flesh out next month’s program cuz y’all aint’ reading this anyway.

It’s kinda crazy to think that I’m now 9 days into this Shakeology journey. It already seems like I’ve been doing it forever and it’s always been a part of my life. Now that I have finally determined how to make it palatable for my picky ass, it’s game on. I’m still excited to try the pea protein one instead of the whey. I’ve tried several fruits including strawberries, blackberries, banana and mango, but the clear winner so far has been peach with crystallized ginger, cinnamon, and honey. I saw a good one with banana and turmeric that I still need to try too.

The craving for the actual shake I think only lasted a day. I wasn’t feeling that again today. Energy levels are still high, borderline too high. I know that I need to get a good 7 hours a night to keep everything running smoothly and yet my body is trying to cut at least 30 minutes off of that time. The usual wakeup time is 5:30. Bedtime is 10. And when I say bedtime, I mean I am putting my head on the pillow at 10. I’m in bed by 9:45. It better be pretty important if you think I’m staying up past that. Recently, I’ve been having trouble staying asleep until 5:30. Today, 5 am bright and early. Yay. Now, I need to start making better use of that time since I’m up. I currently spend that time on the shitter looking at Facebook or busting blocks. I’m a fucking mess. Once again, I need to remove game apps from my phone. I should have been meditating or learning Spanish. Ok, there’s always tomorrow. Unless I die. And like Smokey said, if I get dealt with, I get dealt with.

Mood is holding steady and I poop. I’m not yet sure that anything has changed in my world at nearly one third of the way through the challenge. I missed weigh-in today after our walk around the block turned into a swim. Rained so damn hard I stripped outta my clothes outside my front door. It was also raining so hard that someone driving down the street wouldn’t have even been able to see me. Hopefully my shoes dry soon.

While they dry, I’ll think about dancing. Definitely a boot camp but I’m not sure what sounds less scary: 4 weeks, 1 month, or 30 days. I know it’s all the same for the most part, but I’m trying to work out the psychology that makes people feel like they can accomplish it. I already know they can, it’s just a matter of getting them to believe they can. Getting that name right is step one. 4 Week Dance Off Pants (Size) Off is the lead idea. I’ve even got a theme song! Dance Off by Macklemore. I mean, Idris says he challenged us.

I’ve gotta put some rules together. Maybe even a prize. Amazon gift card? That really allows for so much to get done. I guess I’ll figure it out. Sign up and participate every day (which isn’t even all 30 days, only 28 days) and be entered to win the gift card. Yeah. That should be enough for rules.

Now, how do I get the word vomit down so it isn’t projectile but more like I threw up in my mouth a little bit. LOL, that’s so nasty. I know. But sign up for free (CC required) and if you ain’t loving it, bye! No harm, no foul. You got two weeks of dancing. But if you wanna hang around and do the program a couple more times, you can do that too. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

This feels like progress. It’ll really feel like it when I get this little group off the ground. Soooooo….who’s ready for the DOPSO?

Where Did Half The Year Go? – Journey 8

While I’m at it, where did half the day go? I always open this window up around 8am, thinking that I’m going to go ahead and bust out these notes/comments/random thoughts right quick, only to get blasted with work things the moment both cheeks hit my chair. Oh well, I’m here now and that’s all that counts.

It’s August, y’all! As in half the year is gone. As in half of the baseball season is already over. As in it ain’t gonna be but half a minute before football season gets started. (No shit, HOF game is in 3 days. THREE!!) They say time flies when you get old and when you’re having fun. Perhaps I’m doing a bit of both these days.

Let’s get down to business. (I don’t got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let’s shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness?) Weekend is gone and it’s time to keep it real. The exercise weekend is really only ever one day. It’s Sunday. I make some sort of effort to not make an effort on Sundays. Does it work? No, not usually. Why not? Because there are places to go, things to see, and my house needs cleaned. And no, Saturday isn’t a rest day either. That is an actual workout day for the program. I then follow it up with teaching two hours of pole dancing because I’m a fucking maniac. Those three hours of work meant I could eat whatever I wanted on Sunday though! (Spoiler alert. I ate all the sweets.)

All that being said, I still managed to come off the weekend without having gained a zillion pounds. Any time that happens (and it’s the moon cycle flow), I’m calling it a win. So yep, the last workout of week two happened on Saturday and I’m back at that shit this morning.

Still having my Shakeology. They say it takes 21 days to build a habit, but in this case, it might be less. Now, in all truth, I almost forgot this morning until hubby reminded me. But I am pretty certain that at some point today, I would have remembered. Like when I turn around at my desk and see the big tracker that’s posted on the wall. Or, when I started to crave it. Yeah, that’s a new craving. The whole point is to knock off cravings for sweets and stuff like that, but I don’t go hard for those in the first place. But now, my body is all, hey, gimme all that superfood shit you put with the fruit. So I do and my belly is happy.

Everything else is on track. Weight is good. Mood is good and actually might be getting better. No cravings (except for the shake). Still with near excess amounts of energy, yes, even after 3+ hours of working out on Saturday. Huh, body might be getting used to getting worked again. It’s just missing the flying part to really know we’re putting in work. But hey, maybe I’ll get to that soon too. Cuz I do miss flying. Even though it costs an arm and a leg here.

It’s already mad late in the day and I still have a ton of things to do. This list never ends and I keep tacking shit on at the end like I ain’t got no damn sense at all. A couple hours to go. Git er done.

Girl, Look At That Friday – Journey #5

Alright alright alright. Friday is in the house. You know who else shows up on Fridays? That’s right, the Reverend SteelerShyner. The Rev is in the house and looking forward to hearing the congregation in full throat. We do a call and response. I say “And the congregation said ROCO” and you say “ROCO!” Pretty easy, right? Let’s warm it up. It’s Friday, and we ain’t got shit to do. And the congregation said ROCO. You may also JOCO if you are more comfortable with that. I’m all for picking your chosen genitalia.

And now, my good people, my lovely congregation, let’s get on with it. Today’s soundtrack is heavily BBD based. Never trust a big butt and a smile, and the congregation said ROCO. If you are not running your day with a soundtrack, you’re definitely missing out. Music will make all tasks that you might not necessarily want to complete get done that much faster. I mean, work goes way faster when I’m doing glute isolations in my chair as I type, lol. Go ahead, try it.

TL/DR: Cool shit happens when you join a BOD group. The Fit Inn is waiting for you.

On to the journey. As previously mentioned, I’ve been doing Beachbody workouts since 2009. I’ve been subscribed to BeachbodyOnDemand (BOD) since 2017. Huh. That’s a long time. Anywho, when you sign up for BOD, you get a coach. I really never paid any attention to that part of it; I just went in and did my workout and that was it. Fast forward four years and I see that my pole idol is now doing Beachbody and she’s a coach. We connected and I switched over to her as my coach.

Well, she’s invested in her coaching business and so she runs her BOD Group like a champ. (A BOD group is an online room where we encourage each other, ask and answer questions, and just be silly.) After four years of using the programs, I started actually using the program to its fullest. I joined her group when we started doing #mbf (muscle burns fat), then continued on with Let’s Get Up (oh, just had the opportunity to talk to Shaun T and his hubby Scott on their IG live, no biggie), and now we’re doing 645 and I just received my 2 week invite to be in Amoila Cesar’s (!) BOD group where we can chat directly with him and ask him questions. In case you somehow missed it, Amoila is the trainer for the 645 program. Yup, direct access!

So yeah, it’s legit. I’m kicking off my baby BOD group, The Fit Inn. The Fit Inn is where we get it in. I’m so clever. Let the congregation say ROCO!

Alright, today’s shake is in my belly (peach mango). I’m absolutely full of fucking energy. There’s no need for coffee. I’m waking before my alarm and I’m mostly staying awake until I’m ready to go to bed. Happy that I’m not having an afternoon crash as it moved itself to around 8:30 after I’ve had dinner and a shower. I suppose that’s fair. I kinda gave my body all of the time to rest signals and then I expect it to not rest for another 90 minutes. I’m a dick.

I just saw Fred Durst’s selfie from Instagram. Remember back when I talked about reading Rollin’ in a smoking jacket with a pipe? Fred Durst is now set up to do it his damn self! Please let this somehow get to him and he actually does it. Me getting credit would just be a bonus.

My mood may be slightly improving considering that I’m not ready to knock anyone’s block off and my period just started. We’ll take that as a win. No weird cravings but still hungry often. I’m probably going to have to have a look at what I’m eating and add more freaking calories. Yes, more. Feed the beast. No poop details today. It happened and that’s enough.

I think that’s gonna be it for me today. Even though I’ll be working out tomorrow and having shakes both tomorrow and Sunday, I probably won’t be checking in here again until Monday. Writing deserves a weekend break and besides, I have my other job and shit. 🙂 Have a great day and an even better weekend! ROCO!

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