Someone please get me one of these outfits. I guess the jacket is all I need, well, maybe some huge ass gold earrings and a necklace too. Ok, so I need 3 jackets, lots of bling, and 2 people who want to recreate this video with me. I’m laughing hysterically at my own ridiculous ideas. Let me know if you wanna make that happen.
Yesterday I weighed myself at the gym. Big mistake. The scale lies. But I’m gonna see what it says after I lop about 5 inches off of my hair because this stuff is out of control at this point. Some of it is reaching my butt and that’s just too long. I think I’m going to bring it up to about 3 inches below my shoulders. That could be 5 pounds. Probably closer to 3, but too much nevertheless. For now, I’m going with I’m just muscular and that’s why I weigh the most I ever have in my entire life including pregnancy. Sheesh, scale. See why I don’t like you?!?!
It’s a mid-week break. Today I get to come home right after work and simply relax. No workshop like Monday, no Zumba like Tuesday, no work outing like Thursday, and no chiropractor like Friday. I don’t know how I accidentally strung together such a busy week, but I certainly will try not to do it again. Somehow, even with all these things going on, the week still drags. Because….
The more I get paid, the more I appreciate time off. Why? Because these mofos are driving me damn near insane, and we all know that was a short drive in the first frigging place. I love my job. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Shorty today. I was struggling to get this much. Perhaps after today’s decompression, I can come back fresh tomorrow morning with something that will make you laugh or smile or just wanna open up the damn link and read. See ya then.
The video quality there is not so hot, but it ain’t my fault.
Sorry, this post doesn’t really go along with the song, but it was the last thing I heard before I got out of the car last night and I knew that I wanted to use it this morning. This morning, where I’m coming to you live from the basement, either in pigeon pose or foam rolling my inner thighs. Have you ever foam rolled your inner thighs? Like down towards your knee? I’ll let you in on a secret. IT FUCKING HURTS! Damn you, fascia! Damn you, ego, for wanting to move around like a 20 year old when you never even started stretching until you were almost 30. Damn you hot knives jamming in my leg..oh no, that’s just the roller. It might be possible that I have the tightest hips on the planet. I think I need more hot tub time. Yeah, that’s the ticket. The bonus is that I can have it, I just have to make my way over to the gym. Best $20 a month I spend without doubt. I’m up $20 a month after only going to Zumba. Everything else is a double bonus.
I’ll tell ya what is not a bonus. It’s barely been above 30 degrees here for the last week. I do not mind the temperature because I spend very little time outside when I’m not fully dressed for it. What I *do* mind is the return of spiders. In case you buggers didn’t know, which obviously you didn’t, it is NOT yet spider season. I do not wish to see you (blurrily) out of the corner of my eye when I am working out/stretching/doing yoga. How do you think I can focus on what I am doing when I constantly have to worry about where you went?!?! I’d ask how you even got in, but that would just be a stupid question. I mean, you are a spider and you’re kinda small. Big enough that I’m concerned you might have the ability to bite, but still small in the grand scheme of things. Hear that, spiders? You’re still small UNDER MY SHOE! Today, you live. Tomorrow, we’ll see.
Last night I went to my first group pole class in I don’t know how long. Ugh. I’d call myself a deer on ice skates, but that would be too graceful to describe the hot mess that I currently am. Nothing like a little hiatus to take you back to square negative one. Some takeaways from class include I need to stretch even more (or get new hips), P90X3 may not be nearly enough and I might need to lift, and flow, flow, flow not herk-e. Jerk-e. I’ve not made it to the section yet that really involves weights as that’s in another 2 weeks, but I could see myself going back to the original. It might totally mess up my morning routine, but it’ll be worth it. Probably crazy with this morning routine, but you know, goals and junk.
Just as I suspected, this short week is well on its way to taking forever. Even when I have classes after work, somehow things are still slowing down. Every now and again, I consider more Zumba, but I try not to leave my poor hubby all by his lonesome too many times a week even though he is supposed to be playing Rocksmith while I’m out working out. Tough being married to me, all being expected to play video games. Ah, that reminds me that I haven’t played my own set of video games in a while. So much to do, so little time. Still have to catch up on the first three episodes of The Following. Did manage to catch up on The Blacklist though. I honestly never knew how much I loved James Spader until this show came along. Not young James Spader, now James Spader, particularly as Red. Easily my favorite tv villian-ish guy. I think these are the characters I enjoy the most. Give me a Red Reddington or a Hannibal Lechter any day. Yes, I’ll probably end up tv-dead, but it’ll be fun while it lasts.
Alright, I’m about to go head-to-head and toe-to-toe with Tuesday.Keep your guard up and strike when your opponent’s guard is down. Work the jab and throw in a combo here and there. Don’t go flat-footed and let’s get that KO! Yeah, watch boxing much?
Alright, alright, let’s just get the elephant out of the way.
That was some uninspired, for the most part, playing of the game last night, boys. It wasn’t a blowout like last time since the Ravens were playing equally like caca. Yeah, yeah, defense, etc. I get it. But if I saw what was going to happen in that last 30, hell 10 seconds, I think y’all who get paid for it maybe should’ve seen it also. How many times you gonna let them thrown down the field before you think they stop dropping it? Ahhhhh. It’s kind of gotten the royal us (I am aware that I don’t play, nor do I have any affect on the outcome of games, but I’ve loved it for well over 20 years so it’s US.) in a bad position as far as standings, but we can come back. Certainly have to beat the Bengals. Twice.
Enough about that. Lumber on outta the room ya big purple bastard.
Last week, I didn’t make it to the gym or studio nearly as much as I wanted to and by Friday I could completely tell. I was grumpy and on edge and everything was making me want to punch/kick/stab. Hopefully this week will be a little better. There’s the possibility of 4 days in the studio and certainly at least 2 days in the gym. Party, party, party.
There is much more that I could ramble about, but it just isnt’ necessary this morning. Have yourself a lovely little Monday.
Here we are in week two of trying to be presentable for bikini week. Last week went pretty well although the weather wreaked havoc on my trapeze time. Looks like it’ll be more of the same this week, unfortunately.
Today was probably the best day I’ll have diet and exercise-wise. If you’re looking for a nice healthy breakfast, I’m fairly certain that what I had this morning fits the bill. And it was delicious. Saute a little baby spinach and then add some egg whites. Scramble them up and then add a diced Roma tomato and a slice of lowfat cheese. Delish! Rocked out a little Ab Ripper X this morning too. Plus the gym. Yeah! Good day. Except that my lower back is killing me. Can’t win them all.
Speaking of the gym, it’s a boxing class that I go to. I see lots of different footwear there from regular sneaks to bare feet. I’m a regular sneaks kinda girl although I’m really considering using some of my Zumba shoes soon. With this consideration mentioned, I’m very understanding of why some folks take the bare foot route. If you’re really getting into it and pivoting with the hip and the body, then you need to have that no traction shoe.
Sidebar: Is Conan less funny without the beard?
At the end of class, we do abs. Today, as I was taking great big breaths during ab work, a worthy of calling Jack Bauer terrorist attack was staged on my nose. A guy to my left had THE MOST STANK ASS FEET I’ve ever smelled in my entire life. Honestly, it was bad and then there was a second wave of it and I almost threw up. If I had, I wouldn’t have known if it was due to the exercise or his feet.
I know that I was making faces and I’m pretty sure he saw me as when it was time to switch sides, he moved pretty damn quickly. Dude, seriously? Wash your mofo feet!
Tomorrow I’m hoping to do more Ab Ripper, some yoga and some shoulder mount work. Aim high, ya know?