I swear I'm not a morning person. I've told you this before. However keyboards are magical little beings that enable me to "speak" in such a way that tricks you into thinking I am, in fact, a chipper morning person.
I am not.
This is me in the mornings, sans slippers. Hot, right?
I was standing in my closet this morning, lamenting that I can't wear my gorgeous Modcloth dress all day everyday, and I decided to base my clothing decision on the fact that I was not going to the gym today.
That's right. Spanx rolled on, wedge shoes on, flower in my hurr. Oh yes. No gym for this girl today.
But then it happened.
The thoughts started rolling in.
"2 months! Woohoo! OHMYGRAVY* 2 MONTHS!"
"I should go to the gym. Ain't no thang. Get in get out bada bing bada boom."
"Ewww Spanx after a workout…"
"I could start running! Ha. Running. That's funny. Did I just consider running? Did that just happen?"
"A slight jog, or 'yog' as I'd like to call it, may be fun."
"There's no way I am yogging at lunch and then squeezing this back into Spanx."
"But yogging could be fun! It could be a good workout! I could burn off my nasty egg whites breakfast hence erase it from my memory AND my belly!"
"Let's try yogging."
So I'm going to yog. Or jog, for those of you that skipped the transition in the middle of my thought train up there. I'm not exactly a runner, so it may look something like this.
|The girl on the left, not the savant in the blue.|
On a non-yog related note, I've started tracking my calories on MyFitnessPal.
It is the most depressing thing ever.
A guy on Fito recommended it to help me zap some flab in addition to my lifting, and it just makes me sad to see what I assume isn't "so bad" is higher in calories/fat than I thought. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going into some crazy diet spiral where I only eat a lean chicken breast and 2 pieces of broccoli for every meal. That's just not happening. I'd go cray-cray.
But with the way we've conditioned ourselves as a society, it's tough to look at something and think "nah, I don't need that much" or "hm, that looks super creamy hence super fatty".
I'd rather think "uh, pass the cheese, please?". Can I get a witness?
|I borrowed this from here because it was funny. =)|
Feel free to friend me on there if you want. I have to be honest in saying that I don't know how long it's going to last, but bottom line it's a good idea to track your food. Plus, sometimes you just forget when you ate something, and then you wonder why you've got so much sugar coursing through your veins. It's easy to forget the occasional mini piece o' chocolate.
How's everyone else doing? How are the workouts and food consumption going?
*Note: Mmmm gravy….