Daily Archives: October 10, 2012

New Hampshire is the New Arctic

Holy arctic temperatures New Hampshire! It’s only October 10th and it feels and smells like winter. I think I was on to something when I spent a few winter months in California the past two winters.

As you can tell from the gift my Dad gave me for Easter, I’ve been banned from living in California again, which is perfectly fine with me.

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Yesterday I was talking with my friend about blogging and she commented on how her life isn’t exciting enough to blog about. Then I got to thinking this morning when I started off this post and I realized, geez, my life is boring to. I officially have writer’s block, and I’m blaming it all on my friend.

So far in my exciting Wednesday, I managed to successfully wake up 5 minutes earlier than normal. Last month I planned to set my alarm 2-3 minutes earlier each week in hopes that my body would adapt to waking up earlier, instead of an extreme wake up call. I put my big girl pjs on last night and decided to tackle the whopping extra 5 minutes and it worked. I was hoping with the extra 5 minutes that I’d be able to get a 4 mile run in, but I had some spinning and flu shot side effects. Aka my right arm throbbed and my ass was sore. The only thing I can think of is that I had a sleepover with Christian Grey last night.

Morning Workout

• 3.5 mile run
• 3 sets of 15 stair push-ups
• 2 sets of 20 rock climbers
• 30 second plank hold – regular and sides
• 100 jump ropes
• 2 sets of 13 deadlifts with upward row
• 2 sets of 13 dumbbell kickbacks
• Stretching

This morning I found out that it’s impossible to do planks while Luke Bryan’s Country Girl Shake it for Me is playing. All I wanted to do was shake my hips and wiggle wiggle wiggle.

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Aint that the truth!

Breakfast was a spin on my raspberry mango OnO, but this time I replaced the mango with peach, as Target was wiped clear of their mango yogurt. The oats weren’t as sweet or moist (eww) as I like, so this will be one version I won’t be making in the future.

In exciting but scary news, I should be getting my copy of P90X this afternoon, and I’ve already started creating my schedule for it.

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The dork that I am found the workout lengths, which will help in planning whether I’ll do the workouts before or after work.

Have any of you tried P90X? If so, what were your thoughts on it?

My cousin and her brother in-law are currently doing the workouts and love it. New family tradition? Don’t hold your breath!

Back to my exciting life. Laters baby.

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Peanut Butter Crackhead

I don’t even know where to begin. I feel like I’ve done too many things since my last post this morning to function properly.

I got my flu shot today, chose the right arm since that’s my pimp arm. Figured it’d recover quicker, you know, with all that muscle.

Worked out in what felt like a sauna of a ladies gym. I think I might have sweated more in the gym than I do when I actually go in the sauna. I also made the mistake of wearing a workout shirt that should have been worn when I workout in the main gym and not the ladies gym.

My coworker got a kick out of it when I walked into her office wearing it. My Dad, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased when he saw me wearing it for the first time.

The front says, “Since you’re behind” and the lower bottom of the shirt in the back says, “How’s Mine?” Get it? Say it with me now. Since you’re behind, how’s mine? Totally not meant to be worn when working out in a women’s only area. Live and learn.

Afternoon Workout

  • 2 mile run
  • 15 minutes cardio
  • Stretching
  • 20 air squats

After my workout I scarfed down my garbage scramble which wasn’t as good as the first batch I made since I had to substitute spinach for broccoli.

Veggie Burger, 1 egg & 1 egg white, spinach. Scramble it up

After work I went  home quickly and whipped up a “Singles Only” version of pumpkin french toast with syrup and cool whip on top. I used a sandwich thin and soaked it in a mixture of 1 egg, cinnamon and a scoop of pumpkin. Some crazy put the cool whip in the freezer and I mistakenly nuked it for too long, creating the soupy look.

The french toast was to die for. God I need to domestic myself. These breakfast for dinner meals need to go. As good as they are, this woman was meant to cook meals for others.

After my win in the kitchen I went shopping in search of a new pair of jeans to rock with my new boots but came up empty-handed. I was actually pretty happy when the boy working at American Eagle told me he didn’t think I needed that size of jeans. He clearly didn’t check my ass out since I heard him greet another girl with a “hey girllll!”

I actually felt pretty stylish today. Usually my outfits don’t get compliments. I also work with 50+ year old civil engineers, who as my boss says, “aren’t used to a pretty little thing buzzing around the office.” Those men avoid my office like the plague, but it’s mainly because the company brought me in to tie up loose ends to make the proposal process quicker. Pretty sure whenever they get an email with my name on it they run and hide. Such a great effect to have on men. 🙂

After no luck with jeans, I swung by Target to pick up so many peanut butter treats. Sadly they’re not for me and I have a fun project for them. I did however snack on a little pb and pretzel action.

There’s no such thing as too much peanut butter

I was hungry, so I scooped.

Then I smooshed.

My college journalism professor would probably mark this up in red ink for how I’m ending this post but screw it. I’m tired. Time to go lay in my bed. Sweet dreams peanut butter crackheads.

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