I. HATE. SQUATS. Hate 'em. I think I hate lunges more. I'm not sure. Maybe I loathe them equally. Either way, my legs hate ME right now and therefore have gone on strike from supporting my body. This all comes after I decided to endure Body Pump tonight at the gym. I haven't been in that class since before I was pregnant with Porter, aka a long freakin' time! And to add to the loveliness of that experience tonight was the way-too-chipper instructor. I'm sorry, but I'm really not in the mood to whoop and holler as I'm doing a clean and press. "Power!" she tells us to yell. Seriously? Yeah, no. But I had to remind myself the whole time I was doing it that I was burning calories and that my butt sure as heck better look more toned after I do this a few times. My hubby said today that back when I was going to class frequently, my legs looked really good. Hmm. I've never known my legs to look really good. Maybe it's not completely in vain after all.
I got up this morning about 30 minutes earlier than normal thinking I would have plenty of time to get done everything I wanted to get done. I'd already gotten as much stuff ready last night as I could and even got to spend a bit of extra time on my Bible study this morning thinking that my day would run smoother as it usually does when I get to spend quality time with God in the mornings. Well, apparently the devil was all too keen on my idea and wanted to spoil all that right off the bat. I ended up running a few minutes behind schedule, not late, but behind what I wanted to be. I was very snippy with Rachel, whom I had to apologize to - and bless her sweet heart, she said, "It's ok Mommy. I forgive you." Talk about breaking a mother's heart! Geez. Then just some other stuff came through my day that just kept me off kilter. The day just didn't turn out quite as lovely as I'd hoped.
But I do have to say that my day turned around at the last minute when Matt the Bachelor sent Marshana and Robin packin'. I could have done a bit of a jig! Finally this boy picks who I think he should pick. I've been quite surprised by him thus far keeping some of these chiquitas. He did me proud tonight, though. And next week promises to bring a brilliant recap from my favorite Bachelor commentator, Lincee. Holy Lord, if you watch this show (or even if you don't) and haven't read this girl's recaps, you simply must do it! She makes me cackle! In fact, I'm pretty sure I've snorted a time or two while reading her writings.
And can I just add that I would LOVE to dance with Jason Taylor on Dancing With The Stars. I mean, seriously. I'm sure I look like a drooling fool when I watch him dance. Good heavens.
3 comments:
It scares me how alike you and I are!!
You are a better woman than I. I have yet to figure out how to get a workout in with my little early bird chirping at me by 6:30 am pretty regularly. And I'm too dang tired (and less than motivated) by the time evening rolls around.
Rachel is so sweet! Obviously you're teaching her the right things, even if you can't manage to do the right thing all the time. I hope I can figure out how to do that!
Thanks so much for reading my blog! You rock!
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