i miss typing in all lowercase…it’s so pretty.
apples are yummy. how is it that i always forget that?
i’m pretty pathetic when it comes to fruits and veggies…if someone’s not there to wash and slice it for me, i just do not eat it. stick prepared fruit in front of me and i’ll gobble it all up. but then i’m so cheap that i refuse to buy the pre-cut fruits and vegetables at the store. it’s a silly circle. a sharp potato peeler and an apple slicer/corer help a lot though.
the other day i bought 4 bananas and 4 apples. so far, i’ve eaten all the bananas and 2 of the apples. believe me, this is a HUGE deal – we ALWAYS let at least 75% of our produce go bad. so sad.
so my hunger is gone, and i shall venture off to bed. wish me luck, since i never fall asleep without husband in bed with me. he’s my little furry security blanket. but i’ll try it anyway. six a.m. comes so damn early…if it didn’t, i would walk in the mornings!
way to go!
I just crazy danced* my way through 33 minutes of Poison songs! Every time I wanted to quit (which was quite often) I would say, oh there’s just 1:20 left in this song…just one more song…20 minutes is nice, but wouldn’t it be GREAT to say you lasted 30? and so on. And it worked! I actually listened to my mind instead of my lazy-ass body. And it feels goooood. Also, I’m thinking that Unskinny Bop might need to be my theme song…since I “bop” and am definitely “unskinny”. Interestingly (or maybe not), I used to think they were saying “Oh, skinny bop”. So maybe I can bop my way to skinny. I’m a nut.
*crazy dance: to move around in a horrendous, embarassing fashion; sole purpose is to get heart pumping and sweat pouring; never intended to be seen by anyone including the husband or the public in general.
proud or not?
I’m trying to figure out whether to be happy about my dinner or not. Here were my options:
1) frozen burritos
2) walk to Chipotle and get a bowl
Walking would be good, but I would eat way more. I didn’t want a burrito, since that’s what I had for lunch. So I settled on an apple and some SmartPop (94% fat free; 40 calories per cup) kettle corn. It was mighty tasty. But is this a reasonable dinner? I hate being hungry before bed, but I know I will be tonight. I need to eat more. Arg. But I need exercise too!
Ack. Life is frustrating without a husband home. Yeah, I rely on him too much sometimes…but that’s because he cooks for me and motivates me to walk (keeps me safe from all those bad guys out there too).
I want to dance now. I’ve been in a Poison mood all day, and Poison makes me dance. And to think, before PC came into my life, I never knew any of this stuff.
This is a quickie. I’ll add a backdated, detailed account of each day later. That’s how cool they were.
Friday: eating was good, exercise was great. I swam laps for about 20 minutes, which felt great, and I did a lot of cleaning at work, including carrying the vacuum upstairs and then back down again. That night, I was thrilled to find that my muscles ached. I was proud.
Saturday: The joy of muscle pain starts to wear off, as I can hardly walk when I wake up. Today had sooo much exercise, but the food could have been better. I worked a booth at the race and did plenty of walking & carrying heavy stuff around. That night, our band was opening for Styx, and I was the go-get-it chick. I must’ve walked miles around that park and back. My feet burned when it was over. We had another show later that night, but I hurt so much that I just sat in the car for it. We stopped to get food on the way home (they didn’t feed us at the gig, causing me to rely on a bag of Combo’s that my husband bought earlier to last me for about 10 hours….this is probably why I say that food was not great today). I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich on the way home, and decided to make it mustard-only. I hate mustard. I like mayo on my chicken sandwiches. It was a tough decision, but I was proud of it. It didn’t taste all that great though. I really don’t like mustard…but I like dry chicken even less. We finished the night off with urgent, intense, mind-blowing sex. Rock and roll seems to have that effect.
