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Journey 16 – CIZE It Up

Yeah, so already I know that today’s post is simply going to be all over the place. This is one of those days where I didn’t really have a topic in mind to write about, which made it harder to pick a video header (that I don’t need but damn if I’m gonna write without one) which sent me down the YouTube rabbit hole. But I’m back and I’m ready to blather on about nothing in particular.

In the odd event that you’re wondering about that title, CIZE is a workout program from Shaun T. He uses this song at the end of the program and boy lemme tell you, even though I’ve done it numerous times, I always get the feels when I dance along with this one. I know not all of you will get that, but if you’ve been a choreographer, have put together a little ditty, or even just love dance, I think you do.

OMG, I simply cannot today. So, Shakeology, I had you today and you are not fixing my mooooooood. What’s up with that? I’m not even gonna blame it on that though. I knew when I looked in the mirror and it was confirmed when I stepped on the scale that I’m ovulating and so all rules are totally out the window. Eat what I want and be cranky all I want. LOL, doesn’t bode well for class tonight. Pushups until I’m tired!

Speaking of being tired, I feel that I am getting appropriately tired at the appropriate times. I do wish that I could consistently stay asleep for a little longer than I am. Part of this comes with having to pee but part comes with my constant struggle of opening these hips and probably breaking up a decade or more of scar tissue in there. The other day I literally heard and felt a pop that felt like it freed up at least a year of oppression.

Every post doesn’t have to be a book and today it’s just going to be a note. I’m going to do a Pants (Size) Off Dance Off challenge next month (in addition to the bike rides because I’m crazy like that) based on dancy things from Shaun T. If by some chance you’re reading this and you want in on it, best to go follow me on IG. In the meantime, I’m out!

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.

The Journey #4 – Ain’t Cryin For Shit

Ooooh, boy does this song take me back. Hi Mario! Yeah, so there’s a small group of people who are going to get this song and unless I tag them on FB, they aren’t gonna even see this. BUT that doesn’t mean that this song doesn’t STAY in rotation on Spotify.

Back in the days of drinking. A lot. Like starting my shift at work with a mind eraser (straw version, hi Tania!)Like drinking all through the shift because trying to deal with a bunch of drunk people while you’re stone cold sober will have you punching people and losing your job. Like finishing your shift and going to the next bar and slamming down cheeseburgers like your life depended on it, lol.

Anywho, back in those days when everyone is pretty liquored up (Club Med, ya heard) after the main bar closed, off we headed to the after-bar bar. Of course, everyone is on a certain high and no one wants to bring that down just yet. Without fail, we would put this song on so Mario could rap it. But the first part is so slow and people would start to get mad. Complaining like we were at a high school dance all of a sudden. People knew me as the keeper of the booze so if I gave them a side eye, they piped down and right about then Mario busts it loose. Good times. Sharkies forever.

This is unrelated to anything but the 90s RnB is just HITTING today! Go look up DJ Cassidy and his Pass the Mic stuff. It’s great.

Ok, let me get into the update. MOOOOOOOOOD! Today, I’m feeling like I did a couple bumps after Shakeology. In this particular case, I’m not blindly making that comparison, lol.

I’m no angel. I’ve tried my fair share of illegal drugs. Starting with the black beauty I found in the couch as a kid (LOL I will never not tell that story, mom) I’ve seen the things. Cocaine is the ONLY drug I tried that I could 100% understand why people got addicted to it. Like why they wanted to go back and wanted to go back so badly. I did it twice in the span of a couple days and never again. Thinking back on that particular not wise decision will be enough. Besides, I’m obviously getting my crazy energy out of the Shakeology. Totally legal.

That actually takes care of both mood and energy. Still no weird cravings. What I am finding (again) is that I really gotta fuel myself better. I don’t have cravings, I’m just flat out hungry so it’s time to get back into making sure that I’m having my snacks. The first time I heard someone say I needed to eat 5 times a day, I thought they were out of their damn minds. This particular workout program is working me hard and I know because I am hungry. Breakfast, shake, lunch, snack, dinner, and then maybe some chocolate milk before bed. All the food. All the calories. Yes and yum. Gotta fuel the beast!

Ok, look. No one wants to talk about poop. Except me sometimes, lol. It’s just poop. We all do it. If you don’t, see a doctor. I spent a larger part of the day than I wanted to yesterday feeling like I had to poop. Every time I went in there, though, I got nothing but maybe a fart. That’s not to say I didn’t have my morning constitutional…twice. But then I just felt like I needed more. Then this morning poop acted like it needed a fucking written invitation. GTFOH you literal piece of shit!

Yeah, that’s probably a good place to end this today. You’ve had enough. But come back tomorrow because it’s Friday and the Reverend may be in rare form.

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