Day 3. Nailed it!

I'm. Fucking. Tired.  Timed 3 mile run tomorrow morning.  Max sit ups.  Max push ups.  Can't wait.  Going to bed early.  That's nothing new.  Might do a Friday "rest day" since I have my first group PT (personal training) sesh on Sat. and due to the fact that I HATE to miss Sunday church (exercise class, not real church) and yoga.

Do you see this beautiful face???  Sweet Annie is my new personal trainer.  Her nickname is Hitler -_-  She teaches yoga too.  And I love her BUT.....

I'm so scared.

I'm trying to write this blog while simultaneously having a Facebook private message party with my homegirl Diane.  AKA Divanisha Couponqueesha.  We were chatting and she wrote "serio petho" at the end of her statement.

WTF?  Then she explained "serious fart".  Her words, "We Mexis use it when we want to say we are telling the truth."

Serious fart??  Bahahahahahahahaa.  I can't stop laughing.  Serio petho, I can't.

Crapped out on me in the hot room.  I missed most of the calories burned in that 30 minute session of mind fuck hell.

Had to restart.  Then forgot to turn it off after class.  Cluster fuck....serio petho.

egg white, spinach, bell pepper scramble

snack

For lunch.  chicken breast, green beans, brussel sprouts, brown rice.  I KNOW.  I'M SO FUCKING BORING!!!

BEST PART OF MY DAY????  Other than caring for my two beautiful children and hanging with my doting husband....coffee!!!!

Forgot my coffee at home.  Posted that on FB.  A fellow Warrior went to Starbucks and DELIVERED IT TO MY CLASSROOM!  Boom!  Trina rules.  You SEE why I love my gym.  EVERYBODY is amazing. So grateful!!

Matt is picking up The Habit on the way home.  Yay!!!  Hump Day!

I've been asked by various people over the last year...HOW do you change?  I'm not sure I have the answer BUT I guess I just felt so fed up with being what I felt was "less than my best".  Through trial and a lot of error, I ended up at a cult (cough) gym that I love.  I also stopped my excuses.  I decided that I couldn't complain if I didn't do the work. 

It truly is a lot of hard work.  It's listening to your goals. It's not listening to the asshole in your head that tells you one cookie won't matter.  It matters.  

You ARE perfect.  Just the way you are!  Serio petho.

Always in parting, I say PEACE!  (Remember that Thalia?  That douchey dude who was trying to date you in the dorms? I still say that ALL THE TIME.  Bahahaha...good times, good times.)