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Of Kettle Corn & Yogging


I saw this on Fito the other day as someone's profile picture and I've basically been giggling about it since. I don't know if it's the tattered stuffed animals, the ironic poster of "I <3 Pain", or the fact that I'm fairly certain I make the same face when lifting sometimes.

I'm not proud to admit that my eating the last few days has been less than admirable. I am proud to admit though that 1) my body image continues to improve, 2) my water intake is higher, and 3) I've survived one whole day of the Couch to 5K program. To be fair, that ONE WHOLE DAY in all it's splendor was spread out over 2 days, but you know what? It's more than I would've run otherwise!!

I don't run. 

I don't yog*. 

My lovely friend Laurie suggested a podcast for a Couch to 5K program, and I surprisingly like it. Now mind you, my idea of running is getting away expeditiously from someone chasing me. It's not fun, it's not on my priority list, heck- it's not even on my goals list. But this podcast is kind of exciting since it plays fun and relevant music, plus a lady comes on and says "Ok time to run for 60 seconds", or she's a sweet angel saying "time to walk for 90 seconds". I clearly have a favorite out of the 2 voice prompts. Anywho, I just downloaded it to my phone and take it with me, then grunt along for a little bit. I haven't done a full course of it in 1 day, primarily because I'm splitting cardio with lifting.

Super embarrassing: I think I dropped awesomesauce all over my shoulders. Ugh, right? =P I'm kidding. I'm sorry. I don't mean to humblebrag. I usually want to smack those people in the face, but darnit this is my accountability blog and part of that is being excited about the progress! I'm seeing a serious change in my shoulders/upper arms, which is really awesome. I'm going to get my eating back to a reasonable state**, so that on top of my occasional yogging + regular weightlifting should equal some serious results.

I did buy a whole chicken (and by "I did buy…" I mean "I got a FREE whole chicken with a coupon"! Hollaaa!) and promptly shredded it so I could use it in different recipes. The only downer is I haven't been home yet to do anything with it. Tomorrow night though, I'm going to recipe the crap outta that chicken.

I have no idea what that means yet, but I'm making something darnit! Not sure what yet. Maybe something Mexican inspired with avocado and rice? Who knows. The world is my oyster! Or something.

I've never understood that expression.
Oysters are slimy and gross.

<3
A Redhead

*Note: See here for the "yog" reference. 
**Note pt. 2: Which means my staple food in a day won't be kettle corn from Costco. DARN YOU COSTCO! 

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