Day 1...again.

This will be a quickie!  I just taught a full day, prepped for tomorrow and spent 3 hours in a training on how to integrate the arts into curriculum.  In short, I'm friggin' burnt.
 

I really dislike interacting with people during a training.  Just tell me the shit and I'll go try it in my classroom.  It's as if they make us "interact" to stretch the training to make it longer and to make my socially awkward ass uncomfortable. 

Because my neck and shoulder muscles are pulled/strained I had to skip my morning class.  I planned on coming home to do some restorative yoga.  I found a few "classes" on YouTube.  But my restorative yoga is going to have to be falling a-fucking-sleep because I have ZERO energy.

This is how fucking stiff I am right now.  Namaste, bitchezzzzzzzz!

As for drinking 100oz of water today......NAILED IT.  I was uncomfortable all day long.  I had to PEE.  Like really, really badly.  

I have to go hours in between peeing.

I ate a total of 1,250 calories all of them were clean n shit.  Lean protein, fruit, and I got ALL my veggies in.  Boom, fucker.  Day 1 was my bitch.  My punk bitch.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 

One funny meme.....gotta go!

 I think I've used all the Daily Odd Compliments so here is one of my own....
You are pretty fucking cool.

This is my life. No really. It is.

I haven't blogged in a while.  I've been completely overwhelmed by the switch to my new school.  There is so much PRESSURE and I'm feeling the stress.  My inherent need for control and my need to be perfect is fucking out of control.  And let's face it, being the fucking new guy sucks!  Sometimes I just wanna scream, "DO you KNOW who I am?"

I KNOW I cannot be perfect.  I just don't know how to turn the need to try to be perfect off.

There is so much on my plate.  Planning all new common core curriculum, daily SELD lessons, taking arts integration classes in the evenings, and trying to be a mom, wife, and whole person is leaving me exhausted.  
 

bwahahahahaha!

I've been pushing hard at work and pushing hard at the gym. I haven't been sleeping well.  I've been getting up to go to the gym but I've been getting hurt.  Back tweak here, muscle pull there.  I'm hurting.  Then I have to skip the gym to heal and this PISSES me off!  I feel like I'm constantly putting out fires.  I'm surviving rather than thriving.

So fucking funny and so true.  I have NO idea what to do with myself when I can't workout.

Until last week I wasn't eating super clean.  I've been eating more sugar AND I AM NOT A SUGAR person.

Mind.  Blown. Lol!

 

I've been having cocktails when I know I shouldn't and I've been eating the dreaded CARBZZZZZZ.  Seriously, I should buy stock in Frito Lay.....I've been gobbling that shit UP. My pants size is not different and I've only gained a few pounds.  But I feel like FUCKING SHIT and my belly??????  eeeks!  I'll post an abs "before pic" tomorrow.  Gotta be publicly humiliated to reach my goals. -_-

Pffffffft!  Sometimes I really do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just need to sack my shit up.  Reboot.  Focus on my health.  Focus on getting enough sleep.  Focus on cooking healthy fucking food.

FOCUS!

Let's do this!

For this week I will cut out all sugar and I will drink 100 oz of water a day.  I will let my body heal.  I will get sleep even if I have to drink nasty ass "sleepy time tea" and will turn my electronics off early.  I'm going to cut out alcohol and will detox.  I'm thinking of making the Jillian Michael's detox tea.  I will do less Facebook and will spend more time with my kids.  I will have a cut off time for work each evening.

Matt better be FUCKING helpful!.  I swear the man is less than helpful in the food arena right now.  But man, do I love him.  Fucking turd.

those better be pot brownies!  lol!

Now for some funnies...

What inspired this sign?

What.  The.  Fizzzzzuck? 

Words to live by!  This is a cunt free zone!

and to close, as usual...the daily odd compliment.

Always in parting, I say peace! (I actually NEVER say that but there was this dude in college who always left the room saying this AND throwing up the deuces.  He was ugly.)
Have a great week, bitchezzzzzzz.