Plyometrics. What Day Is It? And Does Anyone Know Where I Parked?
Plyometrics - I worked my ass off, as always, it grew back, rapidly - go butt! I have a genetic propensity for a round rump - it's not going anywhere and it protests loudly during exercises. It is firming up a bit and I encourage it with kind words when I can. I am what I am and I'm good with me.
Again, this week was better than last week, but I lobbed Tony a few F Yous! and a well placed 'Asswipe'. I just kept watching the time, 58 minutes, 45 minutes, 40 minutes, 39 minutes, oh dear god, take me now!! I'm imagining heaven while I'm doing some crazy ass squat jump switch back things. . . . heaven is laden with wine, corn dogs, whipped cream, wine, rare steak, pastry cream, bacon, chocolate, lobster drenched in butter that you slurp in the outfit from Flash Dance, did I mention wine? As the time ticks away I dig down deep (now I'm quoting Billy Banks - Tae Bo man, don't get me started on him, he is one ripped black man that I love to hate - he's the black Tony Horton and I love him just as much.)
Dinner is salmon - Hannaford (grocery store) has some salmon that is 'preseasoned' I bought three pieces for this week. I'm not doing that again. I'll prep my own fish thank you. It's about this time that I start daydreaming of bowls of pasta, cream sauces, fries, anything really and BIG portions - not the portions that the Nazi FDA types say are one serving. I have stood in the grocery store and announced out loud, even though alone, "This is not a portion! This would not satisfy a toddler!" I always wait for someone to get on the loud speaker and say, "Little Red Riding Hood is in aisle 4" and then for me to be carted away, kicking and screaming while I announce that 1/2 a cup of anything is just a tease, but alas in Maine you can talk all you want in the grocery store and other shoppers will just walk by and say, "You ain't shittin' dude."
Not to digress, but I love grocery shopping in Maine. I talk to everyone. Anyone that makes eye contact gets a quip from me. God forbid there's a snowstorm - we're all jammed up chattering away. Picking up a prescription? Let's find out how we know each other! Examining eggs - How do you like your eggs? Pet aisle - oh come on! Whatchu got? A dog? A finicky cat? A yard full of birds? Fun huh?
Nuff said, BRING IT!
Again, this week was better than last week, but I lobbed Tony a few F Yous! and a well placed 'Asswipe'. I just kept watching the time, 58 minutes, 45 minutes, 40 minutes, 39 minutes, oh dear god, take me now!! I'm imagining heaven while I'm doing some crazy ass squat jump switch back things. . . . heaven is laden with wine, corn dogs, whipped cream, wine, rare steak, pastry cream, bacon, chocolate, lobster drenched in butter that you slurp in the outfit from Flash Dance, did I mention wine? As the time ticks away I dig down deep (now I'm quoting Billy Banks - Tae Bo man, don't get me started on him, he is one ripped black man that I love to hate - he's the black Tony Horton and I love him just as much.)
Dinner is salmon - Hannaford (grocery store) has some salmon that is 'preseasoned' I bought three pieces for this week. I'm not doing that again. I'll prep my own fish thank you. It's about this time that I start daydreaming of bowls of pasta, cream sauces, fries, anything really and BIG portions - not the portions that the Nazi FDA types say are one serving. I have stood in the grocery store and announced out loud, even though alone, "This is not a portion! This would not satisfy a toddler!" I always wait for someone to get on the loud speaker and say, "Little Red Riding Hood is in aisle 4" and then for me to be carted away, kicking and screaming while I announce that 1/2 a cup of anything is just a tease, but alas in Maine you can talk all you want in the grocery store and other shoppers will just walk by and say, "You ain't shittin' dude."
Not to digress, but I love grocery shopping in Maine. I talk to everyone. Anyone that makes eye contact gets a quip from me. God forbid there's a snowstorm - we're all jammed up chattering away. Picking up a prescription? Let's find out how we know each other! Examining eggs - How do you like your eggs? Pet aisle - oh come on! Whatchu got? A dog? A finicky cat? A yard full of birds? Fun huh?
Nuff said, BRING IT!
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