I’ve managed to convince myself I have superhuman powers. I woke up two days ago thinking, “Ugh, Strength and Sculpt, I hope it gets cancelled so I can’t go and nobody can shame me for it.” The next day, our instructor emailed us letting us know she she had tweaked her back and that she would let us know if Strength and Sculpt would happen or not. I thought, “OMG, I used my powers for bad. I never wanted her hurt!” Except I guess I kinda did, because I texted my boyfriend hoping class was cancelled and it WASN’T. Sigh.
Category: Random Musings
The Story of Floofy, the Unwanted Sloth
We were in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware when one of those damn carnival games lured in my significant other. It was the one where you shoot water into a clown’s mouth and whoever gets the most in wins. He always wants to play it because he never loses. NEVER. And lo and behold he won! And thus started a journey with a sloth that he promptly named Floofy (I’ve banned him from ever naming our pets.) Upon winning, the kid next to us barely lost and I overheard his father telling him he did a great job. I told my significant
Week in Review #7
I feel like this week flew by and I sort of lived it in a haze. Ever feel that way? This week on the blog… I relived my childhood a bit in The Royal British Columbia Museum. By that I mean that I went through this place in THE BEST WAY EVER. I went to the Washington State Fair and nearly vomited at the prices. WTF, this is not family friendly if families can’t afford it! After getting the money sucked out of my bank account, the only way to make me feel better was by eating some homemade cake.
Strength and Sculpt, Part 3
Ugh, this class is such a (beeeeeeeep). Sorry, trying to clean up my profanity when I discuss exercising. I went to this class with a full on migraine. I’m talking pulsating head, a stomach that felt like it was going to heave at any moment, and an aura of dread emanating from me. I took two Excedrin, crossed my fingers, and prepared to enter the seventh circle of Hell. Hell took the form of two to five pound weights and an excess of arm exercises. I’m shocked that my limbs didn’t fall off though they did refuse to cooperate at
Week in Review #6
Helloooooo everyone, and I hope you’ve been enjoying the changing of the seasons! Summer is almost done, and I’m crying a little inside. I’m not ready for the cold! Anywaaaaays, let’s catch up on some blog posts! I visited the Washington State Fair and had a little too much fun hanging out in Timber Gulch. I relived one of my more snazzy moments by telling you all about the Madera Hotel in Washington D.C. I had an experience that made me questions what “Stop” means and why people would view its definition differently. I’ve been stupid with my money at
Strength and Sculpt Part 2
Strength and Sculpt has been difficult for me to write about, mostly because I come home exhausted and talking about it exhausts me even more. It’s literally taking all my typing skills not to turn this post into “blah, blah, blah, oh and weights” (though let’s face it, it’s rapidly coming to that). Strength and Sculpt, despite its name, makes me feel weak and flabby. By the end, even two pound weights feel overly heavy. I feel tired afterwards, instead of the surge of endorphins and giddiness I usually get at the end of Barre. I go home and can
What “Stop” Actually Means
I recently had my first negative experience with a commenter on my blog. I know, it took long enough, right? What happened was a social experiment on what “stop” actually means. You see, I thought it meant to cease the action all together. He thought it meant, “Yes, I’m enjoying my time. Please continue pestering the hell out of me.” You see it was small things that built up to an uncomfortable situation. He wouldn’t leave conversations, he’d send kissy face emojis that I honestly found a little disturbing, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I asked him
Week in Review #5
Hello, everyone. I hope you’ve enjoyed a fabulous week and are ready for the next to come. Here’s what happened in mine! I fell in love with the Deborah Lippmann Black Magic Woman Nail Polish. The iridescence it gives off is just everything I could ask for and more in a nail lacquer! I talked trash by lugging out my empties and telling you what’s what on what I’ve used up. Kept the beauty talk going by talking about one of my favorite things, the Brush Guard. They actually keep my brushes on point. I’m continuing this absurd exercising trend
Strange Bathrooms #1
Confession: I have a weird obsession with interesting bathrooms. I’m sure part of it is because I have colitis/Crohn’s and like makeup so I spend an inordinate amount of time in bathrooms. However, it’s also partly because public and/or restaurant bathrooms tend to be generic. They usually follow a prescribed floor plan. Some sort of mica countertop. Mirror. Two to three stalls. Usually tiles or a plain white wall. Oh, and a floor with drains. They give character to the restaurant or store, but never to the bathrooms. So when I see one that has flair, I do what any
Strength and Sculpt Class, Part 1
I never thought for a second that I would join another class in addition to Barre. BUT I CAN EXPLAIN, kinda. The gist of it is…. That I figured I needed to work out more than once a week. So look at me. I’m upping the self-inflicted pain to twice a week all in the name of feeling good about myself. It almost sounds oxymoronic. But holy sweat-fest Batman! If I thought Barre was intense, Strength and Sculpt had me perspiring buckets within the first ten minutes. I can’t believe I didn’t bring a towel because I made it rain.