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That's right, I didn't do a goddamn thing today.  Well, I did stuff, but not exercise stuff. Because I was stupid tired and didn't wanna.

I didn't get much of a nap before work last night, and since I wasn't anticipating working I'd been up since 5:30ish and did 3 workouts.  This pretty much means my energy tanked out around 2am.  And not just tanked...crashed and burned.  Compounding this was some nausea related to re-starting OC.  I used to take my pill before going to sleep, so I forgot about the nausea.  It'll pass, but last night I was queasy which was just exacerbated by the tired. Plus my stomach kind of hates coffee when it's unsettled, so I was relying on tea to perk me up.  Not the same.  I spent some time drinking chicken broth and eating saltines to settle my guts.  It worked, so there's that.

Mmmm.  Hospital broth.

It was a very uneventful night, which is good and bad.  Good because no one was getting sicker, bad because I was already fighting the Sandman.  If there's activity in the hospital it's fairly easy to stay alert all night.  Last night I was trying to watch training videos for a new software update.  Yaaawwwnnn. 

I was never so happy to see the morning crew.  I took myself to the cafeteria for a donut.  Yup.  A donut.  My favorite custard filled chocolate frosted long john.  It was so fucking delicious. I also picked up a breakfast sandwich that I took 2 bites of and tossed.  Just wasn't feeling it.  Fantastic husband and I had an appointment for pedicures at 9am, but I had to close my eyes, so I laid down for a little while and fell asleep. 

When I woke up I realized that I was short on time, so I hopped in the shower and in my stupid tired disoriented state attempted to wash my eyeballs with Dove soap.  I stabbed myself right in the eye with a soapy finger.  Pretty sure I scratched my cornea because it felt like getting stabbed in the brain. Of course I scratched my fucking cornea a few days before leaving the country.  On the upside?  Drugs are my thing, yo. I keep everything, and we happily had a bottle each of antibiotic, steroid, and anti-itch drops right in the house.  2 of the 3 are even in date.  I win.  The eye looked and felt like shit for a couple of hours, but the drops helped pretty significantly so I'll use them for the next couple of days and hope for the best.

Post pedicure fantastic husband dropped me off while he went for a haircut.  I was going to sleep, but I couldn't. Of course I couldn't.  Instead I watched the Daily Show and the Nightly Show and waited for him to pick me up for lunch.  We went to Cranky Pat's for the lunch buffet.  It's easily been 2 years since we ate there (in fact it was still Frank and Pat's at that point) but the pizza is still fucking delicious and the salad bar has improved pretty substantially.  

There's always mushroom and black olive pizza.  

That's my fucking favorite.

Everyone who knows Cranky Pat's knows you get an ice cream with the buffet.  I had a cherry twin pop.  It tasted like my wasted youth.

We came home and instituted phase 2 of habitat unfucking.  Fantastic husband cleared out the laundry room while I denastified the upstairs bathroom.  It took about an hour.  We are pigs.  All shiny clean now, though!

Then I had a snack.

The Costco raspberries are awesome.

We had leftovers for dinner.

Nutritiony.

So my overtime and ineptitude in the shower cost me a day of workouts, but it's not that big a deal.  Tomorrow is a planned 3 workout day plus I get a haircut which is awesome.  I'll also do some laundry and decluttering upstairs.  Kids need to make Valentine boxes and cards so that's squared away when my MIL arrives on Saturday.  The dog's boarding is arranged, I've located most of my vacation clothes, and the week is ticking down to the Ice Bowl on Saturday.

I'm going to be a goddamn zombie on Sunday.  Praise cheeses for long flights.

I'm so tired my eyes are burning.  Or maybe they're burning because I don't understand that washing one's face is less ouchy if one closes one's eyes first. 

Please excuse me while I bump into a wall and fall up the stairs on the way to my room to get my sweats.

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Today was a good day, but it's far from over. My third shift partner (in that we alternate weeks and never ever see each other) is sick so I'm headed to work tonight for some OT.

I really wanted to post a gif of Ickey Woods doing the Geico cold cut dance, but I'm full of fail.  Sad.

Last week at Costco I bought a bag of avocados.  They were hard as rocks, but this morning they were soft so I took a chance and cut one open. It was perfection. I was so excited.

Yay!  Avocado!

I figured I was going to want something after CF so I wouldn't pass out at yoga, so I broke out the Vitamix and made this super awesome oatmeal pumpkin chocolate smoothie.  1/2c pumpkin, 2c almond milk, 2 tbsp cocoa powder, 1/2c. oatmeal, 2tbsp honey, and a little bit of cinnamon.  It was pretty damn good.  Makes 2 servings. I took this one along to the gym and the other one is in the refrigerator so I can have it later at work.

So pumpkiny, so chocolatey, like a muffin in a jar.

Fantastic husband was patrolling last night, so he was stupid tired when he got home.  He took a bit of a nap while I entertained the smalls, then I headed off to CrossFit.  When I got there I discovered we would be doing double unders.  I'm not very good at double unders, but the worst bit is that jumping rope makes me pee.  I took a couple of potty breaks during the WOD.  We also 3RM our thrusters and over head squats.  So basically it was a WOD full of shit I'm kind of bad at.  But you know what? It was okay.  I got up to 85# on the bar for the thrusters and failed the third of three reps.  That's the heaviest I've ever attempted, so I'm okay with it.  I actually strung 3 DUs together (shut the fuck up, that's a huge deal for me) and got lots of one-in-a-rows.  I also got to see some folks I hardly ever see, so overall it was a pretty cool morning.  I had to rush the HBBS at the end because class was on the edge of over and I had to be at yoga for 10:30.

I busted out of the box and hustled over to Jenstar for my hot yoga session (core focused...holy shit core focused).  I made it with just a minute or two to spare.  I flew in there with no warm ups, no gloves or hat, coat flapping.  I never actually cooled off, so I was sweating buckets by the time we were really rolling in class.  My hair is always really entertaining after the final corpse pose-sticking out at improbable angles.  After yoga I had to take a run by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription (for birth control so I don't have to pack $100 worth of feminine hygiene supplies on my vacation).  I put a hat on before going inside because I looked insane.  When I got home I went outside for a few miles, but only got 2 because it was deceptively cold out there.  The remaining 3 were on the treadmill where I could watch TV and not have my sweaty shirt freeze to my back.

Lunch was leftover rotisserie chicken, sprouts, brown rice and quinoa blend plus more avocado...because avocado.  Pretty tasty.  I haven't been doing a very good job of making a complete meal at mid-day.  I was so very hungry today that not much else would do.

Can you feel the nutrition?

Then I had a little dessert.

Sweet crunchy perfection.

Oh, here's me after all my workouts and my lunch. I love these sweatpants.  I got them for $8 at Sports Authority.  They're just Champion brand, and I need more of them.  MORE SWEATPANTS.  As a side note, this CFGB shirt is oddly sized and was noticeable smaller than the green one I got from the same run. When I first got it I could barely wear the shirt because it was tight and made me feel really self conscious. These days I wear it all the time and it fits great, even after going through the washer (and dryer!) multiple times.  For all that the numbers on the scale don't budge, something positive is happening.

I'm feeling pretty body-positive right now, which means I'm not going anywhere near a scale.  I even have a (gasp!) two piece bathing suit that I don't hate! It's actually (dare I say it?) kind of cute.  At least that's how I feel today.  I'm sure tomorrow I'll be a troll again, because women are dumb.

Do you even 3-a-day, bro?

I managed to get a shower before going to Scouts with the girl child.  The cookies went over pretty well, I think.  I also managed to volunteer to take over the troop next school year.  We're totally making wallets. Scouts have to make wallets.  It's like the law or something.

Fantastic husband took steaks out of the freezer this morning, so I've been looking forward to this all day. Filet on the grill, medium rare the way steak is meant to be eaten.  Plus sweet potato and leftover broccoli. This meal was exactly right.  I was hungry, I ate it and was satisfied.  Not stuffed, but full and happy.

Caveman cuisine.

Now I'm debating taking a nap.  I probably should as I've been up since 5:30 and I don't want to have to sleep much tomorrow since I'm off.  Working tonight fucks up my plan to go to 0515 tomorrow, but I can probably work a later WOD in there.  I'll be forfeiting my evening yoga session so fantastic husband can go to rugby practice, but again, I can work something else out.  

Nap.  Yep.  Nappy nap time.  Then off to make that money!

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I did not change out of my pajamas today.  No real reason to as I had no plans to leave the house and nothing but cooking and cleaning to do.  So I did three loads of laundry, some heavy cleaning, some cooking, and some knitting, with a little treadmilling in there for good measure.

Last night was a fairly early night for me.  I stayed up until just before 8:30pm, then went to sleep.  I woke up this morning around ten of five and realized pretty quickly that I wasn't going to fall back to sleep.  So I got up, made myself a cup of coffee, and enjoyed a little quiet time.  Fantastic husband got up at 5:30, so I got to sit and talk with him while he ate breakfast before heading off to work.  We rarely get to do that, and it was really nice.  He also shared his bacon with me.  That was extra nice.  You know how you know someone really loves you?  Shared bacon.  No one shares bacon with people they aren't super into.

The kids requested cereal this morning, and it's been a little while so I let them have it.  I fired up the Vitamix to make a chocolate cherry oatmeal smoothie.  Holy shit it was delicious. 1/2c oats, chocolate protein powder of your choice (I used Advocare), 10oz unsweetened almond milk, 1c Kirkland frozen triple cherry blend.  Made 2 big glasses.  I'm really digging oats in these smoothies.  They give a nice thick texture.  I might try with chia seeds, though those need to soak for a bit to really gel up.

Chocolate cherry breakfast shake!  Yay!

We're going on vacation a week from today, and my MIL has volunteered to mind the spawn while we're gone.  Since the house is CPS worthy I decided to break it down into 7 areas and tackle one each day until we leave so that everything is clean and nice and I won't have to worry about anyone contracting any diseases while we're gone.  Today my goal was to unfuck the bathroom the kids use and get the lego-and-doll-infested tornado that is their bedrooms under control.  I spent about an hour scrubbing toothpaste off the countertop and sinks in addition to soap scum off the tub surround.  I even laundered the rugs.  I then had a very emphatic discussion of how to properly clean up after oneself in the bathroom.  I have to admit it may have crossed into the "NO WIRE HANGERS EVAR!!!" realm of emphasis.  There was so much toothpaste.  For fuck's sake there was toothpaste dried onto the underside of the toilet bowl.  THE TOILET BOWL.  What the fuck kind of ninja toothbrushing is going on in there?

After that I folded some serious laundry and shelved it while lunch was cooking.  The kids had pizza (I know, I'm totally batting a thousand on the kid nutrition front today) and pineapple.  I trotted out the Vitamix again.  DID YOU HEAR THAT BECKY?!?  I USED THE VITAMIX AGAIN!  This time to use the heating function for a recipe from the book that came with the machine.  Gingered carrot and orange soup. This was super easy and really only took about 15 minutes total to put together.  It processes on high for 5ish minutes in the blender until steam pours out of the top vent and it's ready to rumble.  I added some bacon.  Also some Rockin' Moroccan Wildtree spice blend.  Just a bit.  This was so fluffy and nice.  Got about three 1.5 cup servings.  

Everything's better with bacon.

I did 3 quick miles on the treader while the kids "napped".  I maybe could've done more, but I just didn't want to.  I did do some planks and superman/hollow holds.  I also did some knitting.  L has snack for her GS troop tomorrow so I made chocolate chip cookies and will pick up a gallon of milk.  The kids were allowed to taste test at snack time.  I got the thumbs up.

Dinner was a freezer meal that I sort of forgot about.  It was surf and turf skewers.  I got the surf, they got the turf.  I wasn't about to waste scallops on kids who would no doubt begin bitching immediately upon seeing them.  They snarfed the sausage right down, and even ate their broccoli.  I roasted the broccoli in smokey bacon grapeseed oil.  I adore the broccoli florets from Costco.  Already washed and chopped and ready to be roasted with just a little toss in oil.  Roasted broccoli is such a pretty color.

Scallops are so fucking fancy.

I have no real desire to watch the SuperBowl, so we're watching Planes Fire and Rescue instead.  I'm starting to feel sleepy, which means I'm going to be tempted to go to bed at 8pm again.  I should probably at least try to stay up until a normal adult time (like 9pm-that's legit, right?) so that I'm not up at 4:50 again.  Especially since I can't go to CF at 0515 because there won't be anyone home to mind the spawn.  9:15 is looking pretty good, though.  And I'm NOT taking the kids with me this time.  

I'm a little proud of myself for getting the kids all showered and pajamad up right away.  This way their hair will be good and dry before sleep (less crazy homeless hair in the morning) and there's less pissing and moaning before bedtime.  I even oversaw the brushing of teeth to make sure none ended up on the fucking toilet bowl. 

And now if you'll excuse me I need to discuss tomorrow's menu with my Vitamix.

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Yep, I only did 2 miles today.  Sue me.  It was workout 3 of 3 and I just wanted a nice round number for my monthly total, which meant either 2 or 7 miles.  I thought about 7 miles, then I fell off the treadmill because I was laughing so hard.

Saturdays when fantastic husband is off are the greatest.  It means I can go to the 815 free WOD at the box without having to drag the spawn.  The kids love going to CF, but the Saturday morning workout is open to the public (although there's always a shitload of regulars) and it's usually really fucking crowded.  Like hard to find a parking space, so many bodies in the room that you're stepping on each other, spend 20 minutes catching up with all the people you haven't seen in a while crowded.  It's pretty great.

Got up around 6:30, just ahead of the kids and husband and let the dog outside while I unpacked my Vitamix. I went to Pinterest and called up a recipe for a breakfast smoothie.  Berry oatmeal smoothie. Get in my belly.  The recipe makes 2 servings, so I had one pre-WOD and the other pre-yoga.

1/2c oats
1c unsweetened almond milk
1 banana
1c frozen berries
2tbsp Sunbutter

And blitz. Bonus points for mason jar and metal straw.  It was pretty damn tasty.

Such a pretty color.

The workout this morning was a birthday WOD for one of the members.  A 39 minute AMRAP of 100m partner carries, 31 pushups, 76 partner burpees.  You can read that as "you will taste blood".  Now, this is a pretty nice guy, but I sort of wanted him dead from the outset.  The two coaches this morning are particularly good-looking young men, the type that you'd feel bad punching in the face.  You know.  If you had the energy after essentially beating yourself up.  It was a partner workout (obvs).  I'm going to tell you right now that all CrossFitters pretty much go through life sizing up people and objects, trying to decide if he or she could pick that shit up.  This scrutiny becomes much more intense when a partner WOD is announced.  Because now you actually have to pick that shit up. And carry it.  And maybe worse...someone has to pick you up and carry you. There are few times in life when it is acceptable to sidle up to someone in a public place and say "Sooo, ummmm....what do you weigh?" And if you find someone who weighs the same as you?  Relief city.  The only better thing is ending up paired with someone who is super strong but also small, though that can backfire if you're a lot taller.  And let's face it...I'm pretty much always taller.  As it stood, my partner and I were pretty well matched.  Winning.  We weighed almost exactly the same.  Her ass is smaller for some reason, but I'll try not to hold that against her.

39 minutes later I just kinda wanted to lay on the floor.  But instead I shot the breeze with some folks for a while, then grabbed my pre-yoga smoothie and headed over to Jenstar for some more sweating.

I am super excited to be drinking this in the car.

I'm not really a heavy sweater in general, but hot yoga leaves me wringing wet.  Static holds pretty much mean sweat in my eyes.  After all those pushups and burpees, my chaturangas were pretty poor.  I skipped a lot of them.  Straight into downward dog, baby.  I'm listening to my body and it is saying HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?  Still, the stretching is always good. I smelled pretty damn great after two solid hours of crazy.

This is my "I'm so tired I can't remember how to start my car" face.

When I got home I crammed an apple, a cup of pineapple, a cup of almond milk, and two huge handfuls of spinach into the Vitamix.  Lunch was served.  If you like pina coladas....you might enjoy this but probably not as it's not much like a pina colada at all.  I drank the whole blenderful.  Calorie count? 188.  And it was very, very filling.  I probably should've put some protein powder in it or something. Ah well.  It really was quite tasty, sweet and pineapply.  Didn't taste "green" to me at all.  

Oh Vitamix. I heart you already.

Fantastic husband went out for a run and I got on the treader to get 2 miles for my 150 mile month.  Most miles I've had in a month ever.  I'm pretty proud of that.  I had a little post run snack.

There's that missing protein.

I almost forgot.  Here's me looking really happy about being on the treadmill.

2 miles. Just 2. 

Fantastic husband is going to a drag show with one of the local news anchors tonight (no, seriously) and we didn't really have a dinner plan, so we made grilled ham and cheese and I had some leftover sprouts.  I can't remember the last time I had a grilled ham and cheese.  It was delicious.

Comfort food.

I bought grapes at Costco yesterday, and Costco grapes are kind of hit or miss.  I pawed through the stacks until I found a box I thought looked promising and I chose well.  These are crispy sweet and delicious.  I am also now uncomfortably full.  I've gone to bed at 8pm the last 2 nights, and I might do the same again tonight. Tomorrow I'm only planning to run as I've got a shitload of laundry to do and some serious cleaning to start.  I also have to make cookies for my daughter's Scout meeting on Monday.  

OMNOMNOMNOM

Last week before vacation!  I really need to find my passport.  This week I will do all the exercises! And get a haircut! And a pedicure! Because my feet are disgusting.

Really, I'm going to have to tip big.

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I'm not sure why I try to make plans. Whenever I make plans, the universe points and says "HA! FOOLISH WOMAN WILL NOW PAY FOR HER ARROGANCE!" in a Russian accent for some unknown reason.

This morning I had a small visitor at 6:30, which was fine because I was getting up anyway. The house was pretty sparse for groceries, so I toasted some waffles and dished the last of the bananas for them.  I had one of the last 2 eggs (seriously, we were down to 2 eggs) and some shoulder bacon.  The applesauce was pretty much the only other thing in the fridge.

Basic.

Today is my first useful day off, in that I'm not stupid tired. So my plan was to take the boys with me to the box for 9:15am, then to the bank, then the carwash, then home for lunch.  After the skills portion of the morning, as I was setting up for the WOD I heard a small voice say "Mommy? I pooped a little in my pants." And sure as shit (see what I did there?) he did in fact have some green slime in his drawers.  Morning. Blown. I feel a little bad for the kid as it was probably one of those stealth poops that sneaks up on you.  A shart if you will. It was contained, but I didn't have a change of clothes for him and as poop is a biohazard I couldn't let him just wander around, sitting on things and contaminating stuff.  So we left.  In the middle of class.  I did not get to do 30 snatches, and that makes me grumpy.

We came home so I could throw away C's drawers and salvage his pants.  I'm sorry.  I do NOT save poopy drawers.  I make a nice living and can afford new underpants.   The boys watched some cartoons, and I had a snack.  I've gotten to the point where I prefer Sunbutter to peanut butter.  It took me a while, but I've come around.  This is one Honeycrisp apple. She was a big 'un.

I realize this is somewhat visually ironic.

When the husband came home I geared up for a run.  We did heavy (for me) back squats for skill work today 3 x 8 rounds EMOM (every minute on the minute).  This means my quads and hamstrings were firing for a while afterwards.  I decided a 3 mile run was plenty on my twitchy ass legs.  It was in fact plenty.  Gorgeous day out today. Just about 20 degrees and sunny.  It was lovely to get some fresh air.

My nose is enormous. WTF?

I have a gigantic nose.  When I was a teenager I used to cry to my mom that I wanted to get it fixed, and I was teased about it mercilessly most of my childhood.  Up to an including some teenaged jackass drawing a picture of me in profile complete with wart and witches hat.  Sad thing is, minus the wart he got the profile right.  It's my mom's nose, only hers isn't quite so fucking huge.

Every now and then someone tells me that I look like Beverly Mitchell.  I vaguely know she was on 7th Heaven (you know that show with the pastor dad who turned out to be a perv?) and I Googled her once to see if it was true.

She has a big nose, too.  I totally get it.

She has nicer hair, though.

On my run I remembered something important.  I shouldn't eat apples before vigorous exercise.  They make me barfy.  I didn't actually puke, but I got close.

After running and picking up the girl child from her half day of school, I finally worked up the ambition to shower.  Then I washed my car, went to the bank, and headed for Costco.  I may have forgotten to eat lunch.

At Costco I dropped a wad on food, but mostly on this beauty.  I'm so excited that I went into a smoothie recipe pinning frenzy.  Sorry Pinterest friends.  You get to look at a bunch of fancy glasses full of obliterated stuff.  Probably for a while.  I've been waiting for this day for some time.

VITAMIX!!! You complete me.

I will now discard my Black and Decker, the Magic Bullet, and maybe my food processor.  This motherfucker right here?  Will not only make blended soup, but will heat that shit up for you.  One step.  Also?  I went to Costco in my sweatpants.  Like a boss. 

I got my 2015 in 2015 challenge shirt today.  I love a race shirt.  The back says "Make Fit Happen".  I like it.

I will!  I will make fit happen!

I picked up a couple of rotisserie chickens at Costco.  So easy.  So cheap.  Just like your mom. And sprouts.  

I like my veggies with bacon.

Also in the mail today was this stupid thing.  I haven't worn Spanx since I had my twins.  I wore them so I could button my pants without catching a flap of hanging skin in the button hole (yes that happened, and yes it hurt).  BTW-I had all that skin removed surgically (if you didn't know) so that I wouldn't be spending my goddamn paycheck on lycra garments forever.

Because I'm sure she looks way different without the girdle.

I have several problems with this message.  It seems to be saying "Hey, fatty!  Want some ice cream?  Cram your ass into this elastic tube of doom and you can have it!"  The other thing that I don't get is the exclusive use of skinny models in these catalogs.  That chick?  She doesn't need Spanx.  Unless you show me a before in which her intestines are hanging around her knees, I'm not buying that she wears these things.  Show me a chubby chick wearing these bitches and we'll talk.  I want to see how they make someone's saddlebags disappear (hint, it's by squeezing the fat up to her waist or down to her knees).  Look at her!  So carefree! Now she can slip into her size 2 dress and eat chips and guac, because eating until you BULGE is totally cool.

Sweet chocolate Christ.

Tomorrow is CrossFit at 0815, followed by yoga at 1000, followed by a run or walk (depending on the condition of my legs).  Maybe I'll make a smoothie.  Oh who are we kidding.  Of course I'm going to make a smoothie.  I bought 2.5 pounds of spinach for fuck's sake.  I also bought avocados, and I have some peppermint extract in the cupboard.  There may be a paleo shamrock shake in my very near future as well. FYI the paleo shamrock shake recipe can be found at www.PrimallyInspired.com or on Pinterest if you search Paleo Shamrock Shake.  

Maybe I'll make some popcorn.  Mmmmmmm.  Popcorn.  The Vitamix doesn't make popcorn.  Get on that, Vitamix people.

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That's right.  I did 10 miles today.

Last night was pretty typical, nothing too strenuous, and around 6am I started my usual end of the work week energy dump bouncebouncebounce Is the cafeteria open yet? bouncebouncebounce I know! Imma make some fresh coffee!! bouncebouncebounce Everything is hilarious!! IS IT TIME TO GO HOME YET?!?!? bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce

Since I generally stay awake most of the day on my transition day, I have breakfast at work including some coffee.  I usually avoid coffee after about 3am so it won't interfere with falling asleep at 8am.  I'm not especially sensitive to caffeine. In my younger days I would wash Sudafed down with Mountain Dew and fall asleep like a champ.  I can still do that to a degree, but why chance it? Sleep is far to precious a commodity.

I drank a boatload of water overnight, and this morning I was feeling a little bowl of oatmeal with cranberries.  It was delicious.  I only drank about half the juice.  Ordinarily I don't waste calories on orange juice, but this bottle has been sitting in the fridge for a month so I figured I better drink it.  At least it's not from concentrate-though I know they add homogenizing agents to the batches of juice.

I love oats.

After work I headed home and hopped on the treadmill for 4 quick miles before my doctor's appointment.  My appointment was with the Gyn to discuss my options for taming the wild uterus, so I wanted to make sure I took a shower right before going in.  Ladies, you know what I mean.  I love my OB/Gyn.  He's terrific.  He didn't actually deliver any of my kids as he was conveniently on vacation both times. This lead me at one point to tell him that he was dead to me, but he is a truly excellent physician and I've recommended him to everyone who'll listen since 2002.  I haven't been seen in a while, and there's been a software conversion since the last time, so I got to redo my entire medical file with the LPN who has the same name and bears an uncanny resemblance to my MIL up to and including the fact that both women have lost a substantial amount of weight in the last few years.  Imagine discussing your medical and sexual history with your MIL.  Creeeeeepy. Another slightly unsettling thing is that my doc lives in my neighborhood, so I see him when I'm out running or walking the dog.  He always smiles and waves or comes out to talk to me about training.  For a while all I could think was "This dude has seen my ladygarden" whenever we met outside a medical setting.  I'm over that now.  Having twins means that about 20 people see you all laid out under a spotlight in an OR while you fire babies out of your vagina like a bloody semi-auto (one in the clip, one in the chamber!).  After that I could give a shit.  Wanna see my mommy parts?  Get an eyeful.  They've taken a beating. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The upside of having my ladyparts prodded is that we developed a plan to control things while I'm on vacation and until I can get in to have a Mirena IUD placed.  Yes, I'm already sterile.  But the hormones in the IUD may help me achieve amenorrhea, which has been my goal since fucking menarche.  I basically told him that I was trying to avoid learning to surf with a supermax tampon and an overnight pad on under my swimsuit.  I then said "You know what I mean? Wait, no. You have no idea what I mean. Try to empathize, okay?' 

So I'm going back on the pill briefly to get shit under control and in a month or two it'll be IUD time.  I'm just going to keep cramming metal and plastic shit into my reproductive organs until they give up.

After the doctor I came home and took the dog for a little walk.  It was supposed to be sleeting and shit, but it was just windy so we went for a 2ish mile loop.  Then I got back on the treader and pounded out another 4 miles.  It was an attempt to get my blood flowing a little so I wouldn't fall asleep and forget to pick up the kids after school.  It worked for that purpose, but I am fucking toast right now.

Lunch was something I used to make all the time in college.  Saltines with melted cheese, complete with paper plate.  I fucking love this.  LOVE IT.  It is utterly worthless from a nutrition standpoint, but so extremely very very tasty.  Filled me right up.

Nachos for the lazy.

I didn't eat dinner because I was still full from my "lunch"  I feel a little hungry now, so there might be an apple and some sunbutter in my future.  Maybe not.  I'm having a hard time staying awake right now and the kitchen is like 20 steps away.  The struggle is real, people.  

Tonight was my first go at making Mac 'n Cheese with the Wildtree powdered cheese.  It turned out great and the kids snarfed it down along with some garlic bread and apples.  I should've sliced an apple for myself then.  Why don't I think of these things?

I did manage to wash the spawn (who needed it- sweet baby dolphins those little bastards were smelly) right after dinner before all my ambition flew away.  

This morning I attempted to get my calendar together for the next month.  I actually scheduled my WOD times, yoga classes, and run opportunities so that I wouldn't find excuses not to go and do it.  Consistency.  I will achieve it.  I've already logged more miles this month than in any month ever.  Some of them are walking miles, but they are all above and beyond my usual activity level-I'm not counting steps.  I just might pull off this 2015 miles.  Wouldn't that be a hoot?

Ok.  Dog out.  60 minutes until I sleep.  I can do this.  I can.  Icanasdkka;d fdaj;k  djkflaaaa;;;;;;;;;;;

Blogging 2015: 135 down, 1880 to go

Missed yesterday because there was pretty much nothing to say.  Not much to say today either, except that my juice fast is ending and I'm going to do my best to apply the lessons I've learned to eating going forward.

I had a little popcorn today as my transition back to solid food.  It was tasty, and didn't take much to make me feel full.  I had the initial urge to go back for seconds, but I squelched it, which is a pretty huge win. I also had three little squares of pizza.  They were delicious, but repeated on me for about 2 hours.  Bleh.

I did 3ish miles on the treader yesterday (had intended 5, but was just not feeling it) and about a mile or mile-and-a-halfish walk this morning just because I wanted some air and it was nice out.  By rights I should've gotten on the treader for some extra miles this evening, but I slept badly today and didn't want to be flat out exhausted going into tonight.  I'll get a nap tomorrow afternoon, and since I'm off for the next 7 days it's game on in the gym, the yoga studio, and on the road.

So the result of the juice fast was a loss of 6.5 pounds over 7 days and my waist reducing by an inch.  Most of this was probably water, but weight is weight and water is what gives me that uncomfortable puffy feeling so I'm fine with water loss.  I also realized that I do a shitty job of hydrating at home.  At work I'm downing water and tea all night.  At home?  I barely drink, which may be why I seem to be always eating.  I rarely snack at work.

Overall, I liked the juice fast and I'm glad I did it.  I don't know that I'd do it again, but never say never.  If nothing else I've learned a good way to shoehorn veggies into my diet when I'm feeling lazy.

And I'm absolutely getting that fucking Vitamix.

As a side note, I was surfing around yesterday on Athleta and a few other sites including Pinterest for ideas on a bathing suit bottom that is appropriate for watersports.  You know, not some shitty crocheted string bottom.  Something useful. That also won't cut into my thigh and hip fat and make me look fatter.  That is a challenging thing, let me tell you.  What I discovered searching around Pinterest is about a billion photos of "plus sized" women in bikinis.  Plus sized defined as size 10/12 (which I am) and up. You know what?  They all looked totally fine. In fact, a lot of them looked great.  Like I probably wouldn't have looked twice except to think "cute suit".  I even ran across a picture of a woman in an orange 2 piece with measurements almost identical to my own (except I have a bigger bra band size-giant rib cage ftw) and the first thing I thought before I realized that was "Wow!  She looks great! I wish I looked like that!"  

*facepalm*

One of these days I'm going to stop being so damn critical of myself.  One of these days.