Someone stab me square in the elbow...
Can I just say that sometimes my self-induced bi-polarness becomes too overwhelming for even a super chick like me to handle? What is self-induced bi-polarness you ask? (Or if you didn't... you're finding out anyway.)
Its the two identities I've created to cope with life. Identity One is me... good ol', raw, uncut, inappropriate, and, if I do say so... hilarious... me. This is the person that my husband knows, my mom knows, my friends know. She is the jerk who slows down to 15mph when some a-hole is tailgating. She's the idiot who will have a wild dance-off with her own self in the living room after only one drink and a rough workweek. She's the wife that will rush to pick up Chinese food and get home so I can joke with the hubby and say "See? I CAN have dinner on the table by six like a good wife."
Identity Two... ugh! I *almost* hate her. Actually that's a LIE. I have a severe love/hate relationship with her. I think my self-induced bi-polar-ish second identity might even be bi-polar. Does that mean I'm quad-polar?!?! Identity Two is the voice that answers the phone at the office that's so syrupy sweet you'd gag. She's the office psychiatrist that's compassionate to everyone (while Identity One is secretly saying "Seriously... get OUT of my office because I have work to do!). She's the student on who's report cards the teachers made the extra effort to write "Miranda is a joy to have. Every teacher wishes for a classroom full of Mirandas." (;--- true story... doesn't that make you SICK?)
So of all the random, mismatched thoughts that fly through my mind, these are the two main characters that exist as a result.
COME ON! GET TO THE POINT! (Identity Two: "Ok, I apologize for the inconvenience of bringing you through this painful discussion." Identity One: "Ya know what... how about I'll get there when I get there?")
My point iiiiiissss.... sometimes these two cross paths and truly want to duke it out... Fight Club style. Sometimes these two have a hard time staying on their side of the backseat and make me want to pull the car over and spank both of them. (Sorry for you parents out there who are anti-spanking) but these two can get seriously out of hand.
And I've got this sneaking suspicion that this week Identity One just might take over in the workplace. And I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous for her to make her debut. I hardly think she's Employee of the Month material and we just might lose clients over it and furthermore... she *just* might get me fired. So say a little prayer to the self-induced-bi-polar-ish Gods and I'll keep you updated.
Night all!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A FISH OUT OF WATER...
There are times in life when you really wish you could press "forward" on the whole weight loss bit.
Over the last couple of weeks an amazing opportunity has transpired. My boss is putting on a social event in California for some very high profile clients. As an event planner, the opportunity to put on such an event is amazing.
I've even been put in contact with a celebrity event coordinator in LA who's clients typically consist of musicians and record labels. I've been in close contact with her all week and in one month will be flying out to LA for the actual event at a pretty exclusive venue that is frequented by the likes of Paris Hilton, the group from the "Hills," and lots and lots of young Hollywood types.
Umm..... pardoooone? ME? SMALL TOWN MICHIGAN GIRL WITH THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF THE ENTIRE HILLS CAST?!?! (Ok maybe that's exaggerated...)
Even though I'm happy to say that the small lifestyle changes I've implemented have resulted in the loss of 7 pounds in the last month, I'm TERRIFIED to be out in West Hollywood like a frickin fish out of water. I have NO idea what to wear (if anyone can link me to some decent clothing sites/stores that would be FAB). I'm actually afraid that even though we have reserved the venue that they STILL won't let me in... Can they DO that? I swear to you that the mere thought of this sends me into a near panic attack.
Press "forward" on the ol' weight loss and this would be an entirely different situation. How awesome of a time would that be? Yet one more life event that I feel like I can't fully enjoy because of the less-than-perfect condition I've let myself get into.
So there's my dilemma. I'm BEYOND nervous. I'm more nervous about my appearance being so unlike that of the people I'll be surrounded with than I am about pulling off this caliber of event which is on an entirely different level than any I've ever done.
So say a prayer... or seven... and I'll catch you all in the next post.
P.S. --- Thank you to everyone else for not being nearly as neglectful of their blogs as I am. Your posts keep me motivated and humored :) Adios!
Over the last couple of weeks an amazing opportunity has transpired. My boss is putting on a social event in California for some very high profile clients. As an event planner, the opportunity to put on such an event is amazing.
I've even been put in contact with a celebrity event coordinator in LA who's clients typically consist of musicians and record labels. I've been in close contact with her all week and in one month will be flying out to LA for the actual event at a pretty exclusive venue that is frequented by the likes of Paris Hilton, the group from the "Hills," and lots and lots of young Hollywood types.
Umm..... pardoooone? ME? SMALL TOWN MICHIGAN GIRL WITH THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF THE ENTIRE HILLS CAST?!?! (Ok maybe that's exaggerated...)
Even though I'm happy to say that the small lifestyle changes I've implemented have resulted in the loss of 7 pounds in the last month, I'm TERRIFIED to be out in West Hollywood like a frickin fish out of water. I have NO idea what to wear (if anyone can link me to some decent clothing sites/stores that would be FAB). I'm actually afraid that even though we have reserved the venue that they STILL won't let me in... Can they DO that? I swear to you that the mere thought of this sends me into a near panic attack.
Press "forward" on the ol' weight loss and this would be an entirely different situation. How awesome of a time would that be? Yet one more life event that I feel like I can't fully enjoy because of the less-than-perfect condition I've let myself get into.
So there's my dilemma. I'm BEYOND nervous. I'm more nervous about my appearance being so unlike that of the people I'll be surrounded with than I am about pulling off this caliber of event which is on an entirely different level than any I've ever done.
So say a prayer... or seven... and I'll catch you all in the next post.
P.S. --- Thank you to everyone else for not being nearly as neglectful of their blogs as I am. Your posts keep me motivated and humored :) Adios!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I'M NOT SUPERSTITIOUS... BUT I'M A LITTLE STITIOUS
Woot!Woot! I'm happy-dancing my little heart out. Its the simple things I tell ya... Seriously I wish you all could've seen the raised eyebrow and eye rolling I got from my husband when I went from "I have SUCH a bad headache" to "HOLLLLAAAA!!! I've got my 5th blog follower!"
Today was a pretty junky day. This WEEK has been pretty junky thus far and its only TUESDAY. What oh what is the matter you ask? Wellll... I made a decision a few days ago when I was about to rip someone's eye out or stick No.2 pencils in my own that I'm making a conscious effort to stop carrying the weight of everyone's problems. I decided to stop caring what people think, what their problems are and only worry about my own.
That might sound pretty selfish but here's the catch. I SWEAR to you that I am the office psychiatrist. I kid you not, at least five times a day someone comes to my door and says "I know you're busy but I just need to know..." And then they proceed to lay their burdens right in front of me and look at me with that quizzical look that says "FIX ME." Now I'm about as compassionate as they come but at least 97% of the issues that people come to me with are problems they have caused for themselves. One of the biggest lessons I have taught myself is that you cannot change the things that people say and do or whatever life throws at you. All you can change is how you REACT to it. Therefore, people getting in their own way time and time again annoys the crap out of me.
I'll be there for you. I'll listen. I'll try and walk you through a hard situation. But when you acknowledge the problem as well as the solution and refuse to fix it then that's where my sympathy ends. I've spent too much time carrying other people's burdens and not worrying about making myself happy. And THAT my friends (Cinco AMIGOS!!) is why this week is already proving to be a very trying one.
My new outlook on life has been tested beyond belief and I'm trying not to lose it. I'm PMSing, I've had a headache for two days, I'm not sleeping for crap at night and work is S-T-R-E-S-S-F-U-L. Therefore my tolerance for b.s. is nonexistent. Any tips for maintaining sanity and self control would be greatly appreciated. My foolish ranting aside, I hope you're all having a fabulous week so far.
P.S.
For those of you embarking for the first, second, third, millionth time on any sort of weight-loss or health-induced plan, tune in to Oprah tomorrow. Ruby will be on there and she is absolutely beautiful and inspiring. Peace out playas... I mean good evening fellow bloggers...
Today was a pretty junky day. This WEEK has been pretty junky thus far and its only TUESDAY. What oh what is the matter you ask? Wellll... I made a decision a few days ago when I was about to rip someone's eye out or stick No.2 pencils in my own that I'm making a conscious effort to stop carrying the weight of everyone's problems. I decided to stop caring what people think, what their problems are and only worry about my own.
That might sound pretty selfish but here's the catch. I SWEAR to you that I am the office psychiatrist. I kid you not, at least five times a day someone comes to my door and says "I know you're busy but I just need to know..." And then they proceed to lay their burdens right in front of me and look at me with that quizzical look that says "FIX ME." Now I'm about as compassionate as they come but at least 97% of the issues that people come to me with are problems they have caused for themselves. One of the biggest lessons I have taught myself is that you cannot change the things that people say and do or whatever life throws at you. All you can change is how you REACT to it. Therefore, people getting in their own way time and time again annoys the crap out of me.
I'll be there for you. I'll listen. I'll try and walk you through a hard situation. But when you acknowledge the problem as well as the solution and refuse to fix it then that's where my sympathy ends. I've spent too much time carrying other people's burdens and not worrying about making myself happy. And THAT my friends (Cinco AMIGOS!!) is why this week is already proving to be a very trying one.
My new outlook on life has been tested beyond belief and I'm trying not to lose it. I'm PMSing, I've had a headache for two days, I'm not sleeping for crap at night and work is S-T-R-E-S-S-F-U-L. Therefore my tolerance for b.s. is nonexistent. Any tips for maintaining sanity and self control would be greatly appreciated. My foolish ranting aside, I hope you're all having a fabulous week so far.
P.S.
For those of you embarking for the first, second, third, millionth time on any sort of weight-loss or health-induced plan, tune in to Oprah tomorrow. Ruby will be on there and she is absolutely beautiful and inspiring. Peace out playas... I mean good evening fellow bloggers...
Sunday, January 31, 2010
BOW CHICKA WOW WOW...
First I have to apologize for my absence (I KNOW my four followers cannot exist without my nonsense and I apologize to you and your families for any interruption of normalcy in your behavior as a result).
Oh lots has been going on in this little noggin these days. I've just been working every day on doing every thing in my power to make myself happy. And unfortunately that has meant saying a big "screw you" to the treadmill for the last few days... Not proud, not proud...
But in place of the new lifestyle I had some really great little things that made me just as happy and giddy. And since I'm a compulsive list maker well, we shall list!
1) Pure Romance party last Friday was a HIT!! We had about 20 women, good food, good drinks and HELLO! Some good unclean fun... WARNING: The following may offend some readers... X-rated quote from the night "It feels like the first time because it IS the first time... in my DAMN BELLYBUTTON! How the hell do you honestly think its in my a** if I'm FACING you?!" (I recognize the complete inappropriateness of this comment but you had to be there)
2) Woke up to about 2 hours of alone time while the husband went and played racquetball. There were no plans so I had a couple of guilt-free hours to take inventory of the prior night's purchases, pick up the house and sit on the couch with a blank look on my face while trying to get motivated.
3) Proceeded to go to Target (NEED I say more?) and buy three of my favorite things to purchase: a DVD (Secret Life of Bees), a CD (Lady Antebellum) and a book (What to Expect Before You're Expecting). Hello self! What'd you do to deserve such fabulous treats? Oh and finished it off with a caramel macchiato from Starbucks (count THOSE calories).
4) Upon getting in the car MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" was on the radio. I kid you not. How the can you NOT be happy?
5) I went and had lunch and visited with my mom. We watched The Secret Life of Bees and chatted and it was a blasty blast.
6) Had dinner with friends and their ultra cute baby then went and visited our one week old niece Lily who is absolutely beautiful.
And that was just Friday and Saturday. Today the husband and I stayed home and just hung out. I did a little reading (mostly about prepping Psycho Uterus for Psycho Uterus Pregnancy), watched some Intervention (helllloooo guilty pleasure) and Facebooked. Does it get any more relaxing than that? And now... drumroll... its one hour and counting until the Grammys. I'm not a huge TV fan but I do love me some good live performances.
I can't make an official decision yet but I'm thinking the direction of this little blog is about to change. I've been having (OMG DOG FART... CAN'T BREATHE... SKUNKY EGGS IN MY NOSE...) a difficult time coming up with material that motivates me to write. Behind this recent undertaking of a better lifestyle lies a bigger driving force. And I think it JUST might ring stronger and more true to those of you reading this little rant more so than the randomness I pull out on a weekly basis. So sit tight... I've got a bit more creative thinking to do but I think some positive changes are in the works.
Hope you all have a fabulous week. Make a goal for this week to do at least one small thing for yourself each day... something small that brings a guilty smile to your face.
Oh lots has been going on in this little noggin these days. I've just been working every day on doing every thing in my power to make myself happy. And unfortunately that has meant saying a big "screw you" to the treadmill for the last few days... Not proud, not proud...
But in place of the new lifestyle I had some really great little things that made me just as happy and giddy. And since I'm a compulsive list maker well, we shall list!
1) Pure Romance party last Friday was a HIT!! We had about 20 women, good food, good drinks and HELLO! Some good unclean fun... WARNING: The following may offend some readers... X-rated quote from the night "It feels like the first time because it IS the first time... in my DAMN BELLYBUTTON! How the hell do you honestly think its in my a** if I'm FACING you?!" (I recognize the complete inappropriateness of this comment but you had to be there)
2) Woke up to about 2 hours of alone time while the husband went and played racquetball. There were no plans so I had a couple of guilt-free hours to take inventory of the prior night's purchases, pick up the house and sit on the couch with a blank look on my face while trying to get motivated.
3) Proceeded to go to Target (NEED I say more?) and buy three of my favorite things to purchase: a DVD (Secret Life of Bees), a CD (Lady Antebellum) and a book (What to Expect Before You're Expecting). Hello self! What'd you do to deserve such fabulous treats? Oh and finished it off with a caramel macchiato from Starbucks (count THOSE calories).
4) Upon getting in the car MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" was on the radio. I kid you not. How the can you NOT be happy?
5) I went and had lunch and visited with my mom. We watched The Secret Life of Bees and chatted and it was a blasty blast.
6) Had dinner with friends and their ultra cute baby then went and visited our one week old niece Lily who is absolutely beautiful.
And that was just Friday and Saturday. Today the husband and I stayed home and just hung out. I did a little reading (mostly about prepping Psycho Uterus for Psycho Uterus Pregnancy), watched some Intervention (helllloooo guilty pleasure) and Facebooked. Does it get any more relaxing than that? And now... drumroll... its one hour and counting until the Grammys. I'm not a huge TV fan but I do love me some good live performances.
I can't make an official decision yet but I'm thinking the direction of this little blog is about to change. I've been having (OMG DOG FART... CAN'T BREATHE... SKUNKY EGGS IN MY NOSE...) a difficult time coming up with material that motivates me to write. Behind this recent undertaking of a better lifestyle lies a bigger driving force. And I think it JUST might ring stronger and more true to those of you reading this little rant more so than the randomness I pull out on a weekly basis. So sit tight... I've got a bit more creative thinking to do but I think some positive changes are in the works.
Hope you all have a fabulous week. Make a goal for this week to do at least one small thing for yourself each day... something small that brings a guilty smile to your face.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
...AND... I'M BACK...
Hi all! (And I use "all" VERY loosely... as I'm pretty sure I'm referring to the three of you that read this little piece of scratch).
Where have I been the last few days? Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. Sometimes life just picks me up and carries me on its waves then gently sets me back on the shore and I have no idea where I was. That's what happened the last few days. The husband and I went out to dinner Friday night where we drank two pitchers of Miller Light and finally relaxed for the first time in a long time. Saturday I visited with family and had my 7 year old niece over for a girls night. Then Sunday we had our first lazy Sunday in awhile. I have to say, with the holidays officially in the past and work getting somewhat under control, I feel like things are finally settling down. Or maybe I'm just getting a better grip? Who knows...
So I think I've done pretty well on the health plan these days. I refuse to use the word diet. And health plan sounds too much like a CNN headline... So I'm gonna open this up for suggestion. I need a clever name for this new situation. Your input is appreciated.
What else? Ahhh... psycho Uterus... I went to the ob today to get this little nag under control. Here's the basic plan for my anticipated success:
1.) Continue taking nausea inducing birth control meds which make me want to puke my guts up
2.) Get in gear and drop some weight
3.) Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Can you guess which one I added just to see if you were paying attention?
Oh I also found out I have low iron therefore explaining the lack of energy and desire to sleep my face off. Despite this discovery I've managed to keep up on the elliptical and treadmill for the last week. I'll admit that as good as it felt to Shred, the hubby wasn't too crazy about manlady and I'm using his lack of will to continue with the abuse as my excuse to seek workout pleasure elsewhere.
I have to say though, amidst the fog in my head lately it was such an honor to check out this lovely's blog and find that I had been awarded this fancy little badge:
With this honor comes the obligation to list 10 things about me. So lets add some flair to this post and get to learnin'. Enjoy!
1. I have a phobia of escalators. Not just any ol' fear, dear readers, a true and honest to goodness phobia. Can't go near 'em and have had many people try and drag me towards them which only solidifies my inability to set foot on those steps of doom. The worst part being that I have no idea at all where it came from and I'm pretty sure I went on them when I was little.
2. I fear that I will lose my mind when I'm old and that the thoughts that swirl inside my head will exist on the outside thus make me be perceived as a total nut case.
3. I could eat breadsticks with marinara sauce for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Its the hardest thing to give up during this _________. --- Why haven't you NAMED it yet?!
4. I was told today by my obgyn that it is very likely I will have a hard time getting pregnant due to polycystic ovaries. I have blatantly ignored this all day and refused to think about it for fear of it consuming me.
5. In late November, my mom was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, a rare condition caused by an everyday flu virus that settled in her spine thus causing paralysis from the waist down. It came on in the matter of a couple of hours. I've told her that I will get in better shape while she continues to struggle towards a recovery and that when she gets better we will go for a nice long walk together. I pray with all my might that she recovers fully. Our planned walk is what drives me every day to get on the treadmill.
6. I wish I had spent my early 20's in a big city like Chicago or NYC instead of in a small town in Michigan. It makes me sad knowing my husband will NEVER live in a city and that I missed the chance to experience it.
7. I dropped out of college, not because I couldn't decide what to do with my life, but because there's TOO MUCH I want to do with it. I'm constantly overwhelmed by all the things I want to do and especially the things I feel incapable of. I want to travel to foreign countries and help their children. I want to take a trip somewhere truly serene and find my inner peace. I want to teach. I want to be a marriage counselor to help other families cope with the kind of dysfunction that ran rampant in mine. The list goes on and on.
8. I love my "Nonstop 90's Rock" CD... Google it. Order it. Hug it. Sleep with it under your pillow.
9. My "ring" toes are crooked. My mom used to hold them straight when I was a baby and try to make them grow straight.
10. ..........and.......drumroll.............. I would pay no less than $10,000,000,000 and give up Facebook to have my back rubbed 24 hours a day.
**BONUS FACT** - In high school, inspired by Snoop Dogg, my friends and I started saying words like "Shiz" and ending words in "izzle" as a joke and now its kinda stuck in my vocabulary. Until I can break myself of the habit I'm going to pretend that its endearing.
Ok I'm supposed to pass this on to 10 people but the truth is I don't have 10 followers yet :( and my laptop is Sucky McSuckerson right now so I can't do a whole lot of extra movement or it will crash and burn. So if you're reading this and you haven't been dubbed a Beautiful Blogger yet, well, you are. So snag the badge and educate. A very very special shoutout to this wonderfully wonderful lady for posting such a beautiful comment after reading my fears on Sue's wall. I cannot thank you enough for your kind words and support. She also has the best blog name I've ever read. I'm looking forward to checking out her blog more and I think you should too:)
Where have I been the last few days? Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. Sometimes life just picks me up and carries me on its waves then gently sets me back on the shore and I have no idea where I was. That's what happened the last few days. The husband and I went out to dinner Friday night where we drank two pitchers of Miller Light and finally relaxed for the first time in a long time. Saturday I visited with family and had my 7 year old niece over for a girls night. Then Sunday we had our first lazy Sunday in awhile. I have to say, with the holidays officially in the past and work getting somewhat under control, I feel like things are finally settling down. Or maybe I'm just getting a better grip? Who knows...
So I think I've done pretty well on the health plan these days. I refuse to use the word diet. And health plan sounds too much like a CNN headline... So I'm gonna open this up for suggestion. I need a clever name for this new situation. Your input is appreciated.
What else? Ahhh... psycho Uterus... I went to the ob today to get this little nag under control. Here's the basic plan for my anticipated success:
1.) Continue taking nausea inducing birth control meds which make me want to puke my guts up
2.) Get in gear and drop some weight
3.) Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Can you guess which one I added just to see if you were paying attention?
Oh I also found out I have low iron therefore explaining the lack of energy and desire to sleep my face off. Despite this discovery I've managed to keep up on the elliptical and treadmill for the last week. I'll admit that as good as it felt to Shred, the hubby wasn't too crazy about manlady and I'm using his lack of will to continue with the abuse as my excuse to seek workout pleasure elsewhere.
I have to say though, amidst the fog in my head lately it was such an honor to check out this lovely's blog and find that I had been awarded this fancy little badge:
With this honor comes the obligation to list 10 things about me. So lets add some flair to this post and get to learnin'. Enjoy!
1. I have a phobia of escalators. Not just any ol' fear, dear readers, a true and honest to goodness phobia. Can't go near 'em and have had many people try and drag me towards them which only solidifies my inability to set foot on those steps of doom. The worst part being that I have no idea at all where it came from and I'm pretty sure I went on them when I was little.
2. I fear that I will lose my mind when I'm old and that the thoughts that swirl inside my head will exist on the outside thus make me be perceived as a total nut case.
3. I could eat breadsticks with marinara sauce for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Its the hardest thing to give up during this _________. --- Why haven't you NAMED it yet?!
4. I was told today by my obgyn that it is very likely I will have a hard time getting pregnant due to polycystic ovaries. I have blatantly ignored this all day and refused to think about it for fear of it consuming me.
5. In late November, my mom was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, a rare condition caused by an everyday flu virus that settled in her spine thus causing paralysis from the waist down. It came on in the matter of a couple of hours. I've told her that I will get in better shape while she continues to struggle towards a recovery and that when she gets better we will go for a nice long walk together. I pray with all my might that she recovers fully. Our planned walk is what drives me every day to get on the treadmill.
6. I wish I had spent my early 20's in a big city like Chicago or NYC instead of in a small town in Michigan. It makes me sad knowing my husband will NEVER live in a city and that I missed the chance to experience it.
7. I dropped out of college, not because I couldn't decide what to do with my life, but because there's TOO MUCH I want to do with it. I'm constantly overwhelmed by all the things I want to do and especially the things I feel incapable of. I want to travel to foreign countries and help their children. I want to take a trip somewhere truly serene and find my inner peace. I want to teach. I want to be a marriage counselor to help other families cope with the kind of dysfunction that ran rampant in mine. The list goes on and on.
8. I love my "Nonstop 90's Rock" CD... Google it. Order it. Hug it. Sleep with it under your pillow.
9. My "ring" toes are crooked. My mom used to hold them straight when I was a baby and try to make them grow straight.
10. ..........and.......drumroll.............. I would pay no less than $10,000,000,000 and give up Facebook to have my back rubbed 24 hours a day.
**BONUS FACT** - In high school, inspired by Snoop Dogg, my friends and I started saying words like "Shiz" and ending words in "izzle" as a joke and now its kinda stuck in my vocabulary. Until I can break myself of the habit I'm going to pretend that its endearing.
Ok I'm supposed to pass this on to 10 people but the truth is I don't have 10 followers yet :( and my laptop is Sucky McSuckerson right now so I can't do a whole lot of extra movement or it will crash and burn. So if you're reading this and you haven't been dubbed a Beautiful Blogger yet, well, you are. So snag the badge and educate. A very very special shoutout to this wonderfully wonderful lady for posting such a beautiful comment after reading my fears on Sue's wall. I cannot thank you enough for your kind words and support. She also has the best blog name I've ever read. I'm looking forward to checking out her blog more and I think you should too:)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
THE PROWESS OF A BAYSIDE TIGER
Yep... Bayside Tiger... rack your brain.... Give up? SAVED BY THE BELL REFERENCE!!! HELLO!!! You read that right. Where did that come from you ask?
With the extra hours I've been putting in at work I ended up not having to go in until noon today. So I woke up and decided to flip on the TV until I could motivate myself to roll out of bed. When what to my wondering eyes should appear? But Zack Morris and eight tiny reindeer! Ok there were no reindeer in this post slumber experience but Zack, Kelly and the gang were totally blessing my TV screen in their high tops and neon glory.
It was THE best morning I've had in a very long time. I was even able to motivate myself to get up and do 15 minutes on Satans Sand Walker aka the Elliptical. I put the ol' iTunes on shuffle and today's workout soundtrack was quite interesting:
30 Seconds to Mars - From Yesterday (odd choice you might say but totally worked what with
the angst and all...), Lupe Fiasco - Superstar, Baby Boi da Prince - The Way I Live (because apparently I'm gangsta when I work it out) and the cool down phase was completed to the sounds of U2 - With or Without You.
But dammit I'm pumped. Its only day 2 but I've done pretty awesome. Oh and the Shred you ask... well is it a LAW that it has to be done in 30 days? I don't think so. Manlady is NOT the boss of me. And I'll admit I'm not *quite* to the point of dedicating myself to TWO workouts a day. Call me lazy but I'm a firm believer in adding change in small doses thus making it easier to maintain. But tomorrow? Tomorrow we shred.
**BONUS** - REASON #2 for being drawn to "the shred." I feel like I can use it in conversation and sound like I'm shredding on some guitar strings Slash-style.
With the extra hours I've been putting in at work I ended up not having to go in until noon today. So I woke up and decided to flip on the TV until I could motivate myself to roll out of bed. When what to my wondering eyes should appear? But Zack Morris and eight tiny reindeer! Ok there were no reindeer in this post slumber experience but Zack, Kelly and the gang were totally blessing my TV screen in their high tops and neon glory.
It was THE best morning I've had in a very long time. I was even able to motivate myself to get up and do 15 minutes on Satans Sand Walker aka the Elliptical. I put the ol' iTunes on shuffle and today's workout soundtrack was quite interesting:30 Seconds to Mars - From Yesterday (odd choice you might say but totally worked what with
the angst and all...), Lupe Fiasco - Superstar, Baby Boi da Prince - The Way I Live (because apparently I'm gangsta when I work it out) and the cool down phase was completed to the sounds of U2 - With or Without You.
But dammit I'm pumped. Its only day 2 but I've done pretty awesome. Oh and the Shred you ask... well is it a LAW that it has to be done in 30 days? I don't think so. Manlady is NOT the boss of me. And I'll admit I'm not *quite* to the point of dedicating myself to TWO workouts a day. Call me lazy but I'm a firm believer in adding change in small doses thus making it easier to maintain. But tomorrow? Tomorrow we shred.
**BONUS** - REASON #2 for being drawn to "the shred." I feel like I can use it in conversation and sound like I'm shredding on some guitar strings Slash-style.
Monday, January 11, 2010
...AND BY SHREDDER I MEAN SATAN...
Ok... I no longer equate "the Shred" with TMNT. I now associate it with the deepest, most flaming, torturous bowels of hell. Yep, day 1 and the Shred that almost wasn't has nearly claimed my life...
But I DID it and that's all that matters. No... strength ... for... witty... commentary... fading... and I'm
g....
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But I DID it and that's all that matters. No... strength ... for... witty... commentary... fading... and I'm
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