I got bored last weekend.

I took pictures.

Not even good ones.

Just sloppy ones.

But, eh? When you see what they’re pictures of- it won’t be that big of a deal anyway.

I do lots of cooking for the week on Sundays in an effort to eat healthily (um, except for some reason this weekend I forgot that was the plan. Boo.). Will, God love him, is not into this lifestyle.

But we’ll get to all that later.

Anyway- here’s a peek into my fridge and some of the things I have in my house most of the time. I’m thinking at the end of this post you’re going to have to share the randomness in yours.

So here we go.

Oh- actually wait.

My fridge, as you can see below, is a MESS. A big one. Remember a few posts down how I talked about how my house used to be immaculate until I started school? Yeah, the fridge is part of that. Ooh! I’m cleaning it in July. Maybe if I remember we’ll capture that in pictures too!

Um, on second thought… nah.

Welcome to my refrigerator!

And my freezer!

I keep this edamame on hand most of the time. They come in individual microwavable bags that are so so great. I make them a lot when Will and I go to the movies. He used to be embarrassed when I’d literally whip out a bag of soybeans- with a separate bag to throw away the pods.

But now he just comes to expect the humiliation.

I figure it’s better than licking the butter from his popcorn bag, or even worse, eating tons and leaving him with the tiny annoying pieces at the bottom that everyone hates. So really, it’s a win-win for both of us.

I LOVE these things. I always have them in my house for a million different uses. I add them to yogurt, oatmeal, use them for smoothies, eat them plain and frozen… you get the idea.

I always have a giant five pound bag of fish in my house at all times. Will hates fish, so it’s all mine. I made the mistake of getting whiting this past time and I don’t think I’ll do it again. I usually get tilapia or cod. Occassionally salmon or tuna. I eat fish several times a week so I go through a bag really fast!

I wish I could get Will to like ground turkey. He’s never tried it because he thinks he won’t like it. He’s very picky. And it annoys me. But at the same time allows me to eat healthy. But we’ll get to that later. Oh- and we’ll get to what this turkey made later too!

Yep. Braum’s ice cream. I know it says frozen yogurt, which would make you think that it’s mine, but it’s actually Will’s. This flavor was definitely not their best, so this has actually been sitting in the freezer for a while. Nice.

This pizza is definitely not something I’d typically buy because Will won’t eat it- “because it’s that healthy crap.” I, however, think it sounds really good. Want to come over and share it with me?

I really like these veggies. They’re supposed to be two servings (what a joke, right?), but I always eat one whole one. They’re only about 100 calories for the whole thing, so it’s definitely healthy too. And good with fish.

Ah stir fry. Something Will actually eats in here!

Let’s dig through my fridge now, shall we?

I buy three containers of this stuff every week. Greek yogurt is so good for you and has so much more protein than regular yogurt. I buy the plain and use it for everything! As a substitute for sour cream, with protein powder, for my smoothies, mixed with my frozen berries, plain with cinnamon and splenda… you get the point.

Yes. I literally open my fridge and am faced with this temptation EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. It’s tough, I’m not going to lie. I put one in Will’s lunch everyday (remember that part earlier where I told you he doesn’t eat healthy?) And everyday I do so, those candy bars call out to me. Especially the Three Musketeers. They act all self righteous and healthy since they’re a “low fat” candy bar. Who do those guys think they are anyway!?

Ah yes, let’s look down a bit into the crisper! Lots of goodies here! I had lots of salads this past week, complete with all sorts of yummy stuff.

Ooh! And this week’s protein shake! This made four days worth of shakes (at 238 calories a piece and about 20 grams of protein. Yay!). I love the purple-y pink color.

Ah yes, my dear friend. The protein powder. Without getting into exercise and protein consumption and blah, blah, blah boring you a lot (ha- as if this whole post wasn’t doing the trick anyway!), this stuff is great.

Especially when coupled with this. Trust me. You can’t do a high protein diet without this stuff. No need to elaborate, right?

And finally, my mini turkey meatloaves! I made these last weekend and have eaten them all week. I made the baby ones on the left as snacks. I just think they’re so darn cute and had to share.

So there you have it, my fridge. Whatcha got cookin’ out of yours? I’m coming over! 

1. I have a major woman crush on Nigella Lawson. I never make any of her food, but I love watching her shows and watching her cook. I think of her as a British Paula Deen. She’s not afraid of creating- and eating- delicious (read: bad!) food. Plus she’s stunning!

2. I haven’t been to the dentist in a year and a half. I should probably do that.In my defense I brush and use Listerine daily. And I floss religiously. Okay not religiously. More like bi-weekly. Mmm- let’s go with occassionally.

3. I take Flintstone chewable vitamins. Because I hate taking pills. Which is a silly contradiction because I also take iron and fish oil capsules that are as big as a Mini Cooper. So really, it boils down to the fact that I simply like chewable vitamins.

4. I went to bed at 9:00 last night. Typically I would make some “granny” joke, but seriously? It was pretty great.

5. Will and I have his first “work function” to go to in a couple weeks. It’s an outdoor cookout. I sort of gave him a hard time about it, mainly because he loathes doing stuff for my work, but honestly, between you and me? I’m looking forward to going! I think it will be nice to meet his coworkers and see the people he tells me about each day. But I can’t let him know that after all the heckling he does with me, right?

More to come. Until then? Homework.

Anything you need to get off your chest?

Hi!

It’s update time!

So now that I’m back in school, something had to drop in my life to ensure that I wouldn’t become a homicidal maniac irrational. I chose to let my house go.

It’s not a pit, but it’s definitely seen better days. I like to think of it as somewhere in between TLC Hoarders: Buried Alive, and Danny Tanner’s crib on Full House. In sum, my house probably looks like a lot of other irrational Americans who on a whim woke up one day and were like, “I know! I want to willingly endure two years of mental pain during the worst.economic.conditions.ever. so that I’m more competitive for positions that companies can’t afford to hire right now! AND I want to do it while working full time!” Brilliant!

Anyway- before I went off on the above tangent, I had a point I was getting to.

My point is that I usually use my breaks in school to do major deep cleaning of our house. I like to spread it out over the course of a week, to where I don’t spend an entire Saturday scouring every nook and cranny. Only, it’s Thursday night and I haven’t so much as picked up a sponge.

Nice.

Oh- and I ate eight cake batter pancakes and three tortillas slathered in two tablespoons of peanut butter for dinner tonight.

It’s like my whole being is out of kilter and is in revolt for doing anything responsible this week.

Yet at the same time that grandma within wants to scratch my eyes out for not picking up the freaking Swiffer duster and going at the ceiling fans.

Have you seen your ceiling fans!?

Unless you’re Danny Tanner I bet they’re bad.

Before I started school, mine were clean. In fact, I could have hosted a dinner party on each of the blades (Ha. “Hi! Please bring your own ladder- and healthy side dish!").

Not so much any more.

Eh…

Basically I’m trying to tell you that nothing is happening cleaning wise tonight and I feel incredibly guilty about it and am trying to pretend that I don’t care at all.

But you all CLEARLY see through me. Who spends eight minutes talking about not caring? I obviously do.

Sigh…

Okay- so let’s move on, yes?

I don’t think there’s a need to update you on school. I’m pretty sure you’re clear on how I feel about that.

As for other things…

Will
Will started a new job in March. He had been working for his dad, driving back and forth to his hometown. Not only was it exhausting for both of us, but it was ridiculous in gas money. So, we decided it would be most economical for him to do what he’s doing up here instead of down there, which meant he had to leave his dad’s business. It was sad for them, but definitely nice for us overall. And our gas bill. So that’s been a transition the last couple of months, but a very good one.

The Sooner season is fast approaching, which always makes him happy, as you know. However he also has the Thunder to occupy his time. The real question is- will we have NFL to watch this fall? My bet is yes. If I have to beg the owners and players myself, I will. Will might go off the deep end if they don’t play. Okay, I’m kidding, but I couldn’t talk about my husband without addressing sports!

We also celebrated seven years of marriage in March! Seven. Geez. I’ll elaborate more on that in a separate cover. Not today!

Fitness
Much like Will and sports are me and working out. I realize I just told you of the carbicide that I just inflicted on myself, so it’s probably hard for you to take me seriously now. I knew I should have left the pancake part out! Eh- you all know me well enough to know that there are times in which I will most definitely have a tub of frosting in my house.

I will, say, however I haven’t been eating as much crap this year. You may have noticed that stock in Betty Crocker has taken a nose dive. I got so fed up of working out for nothing. I would spend hours in the gym trying to get “muscles” when all I was really doing was barely accomodating my giant caloric appetite. It’s hard to have muscles when they’re hiding under layers of cake batter pancakes!

Anyway, I’ve cut out a lot of the crap (which Will loves… HA) and have started to see better results. In fact, I feel like I need to show you guys that I no longer walk around with a box of cereal in my left arm at all times. Well, not as often anyway. I took this tonight, after the lovely plain white flour binge fest. I might as well have eaten two cups of sugar. Hopefully you can tell that I have teeny shoulder and bicep muscles trying to peek out (hello!), and not a mound of vanilla frosting sitting on my arm. Ugh. Vanilla frosting. Don’t remind me.

It’s right about -----> here <------ where I would now post my workout.

But I just ate eight pancakes.

I'm in no condition to offer workout advice.

I’m just glad I don’t pee eight times a night… yet
So I also turned 28 about a month ago. Yeah, I realize some of you are already there and past- but it’s still a milestone. I was convinced that 27 was still “mid to late twenties” (but really? who am I kidding? Everyone knows I was in my late 20s. I was just in denial for a year. Why do I feel like I’m going to be 29 FOREVER?).

Sweet Will is not a flower guy, mainly because I’m a cheap miser, however he had pretty pink roses sent to my work which totally brightened my day.

I intended on posting deep thoughts somewhere around there but for some reason I spent hours posting pictures of my OCD outlet picture taking instead.

Clearly I have a little more maturing to do in my old age.

Trying to Avoid Sleeping in the Car
Will turned 30 last summer and for his very belated birthday we’re making a trip to Florida for the OU-Florida State game. I know you’re shocked.

We also decided it would be nice to take a (Very, Very, Very) cheap trip somewhere around Christmas this year. Will suggested going to Minneapolis. If you’ve read for a while you know that every year in Kuwait we’d come back for vacation in Oklahoma and first stop over in Minneapolis. It sort of became our little spot and a place close to our hearts. Will thought it would be fun for us to do that again this year.

I think he’s sweet.

But at the same time, we haven’t gone on a trip that wasn’t OU related in a while and I thought it might be nice to do something we haven’t done yet. I suggested Vegas, but Will said we can’t go to Vegas at Christmas. He didn’t come out and say it but I feel like he thinks it’s sacrelige or something. I suggested a few more places and he hasn’t been too enthused just yet. We don’t want to spend very much at all. In fact, I think we’re considering this as more of a mini getaway instead of a full blown vacation. I mean, I don’t want us to sleep in the rental car, but we also don’t want to give away the farm.

Or Lucy.

So, I’m back to the drawing board. Somewhere in between scrubbing our shower and losing four pounds this week I’m going to look into all inclusives. Surely he’ll go for that, right?

Perhaps the biggest update
Oh- and by the way- my parents bought the house one door down.

Do you love how I calmly throw that in?

It’s like I need my own reality television show.

Because then I would have a reason to clean my house.

Oh- and they’d probably capture some interesting moments for sure.

My dad is still in Kuwait working full time, but my mom is currently staying here while they sort of figure out what they’re going to do (and all roads eventually lead right down the street. Actually. Not even really down the street. That would mean that you could ride your bike there or maybe even take a quick drive. Not walk outside and be in their driveway.).

Oh, and let’s not even get into the fact that I STILL HAVEN’T BLOODY GIVEN HER A GRANDCHILD.

I mean- it’s not like I wake up in the middle of the night and see her hovering over my side of the bed with a sonogram machine in hand “just to make sure” or anything, but still… between her and Jenny, and our seven years of childless marriage- yeah- I can’t really expect it not to come up.

I say all this for blogging material (hi mom!), but honestly it’s been nice. I spent three years away from my family, after being close in proximity for 25 years. I don’t think any of us anticipated that after three years we would be this close in proximity though, right? Because everyone close to me knows that it’s free game on here (haha). So hopefully my family can be good sports and know that I actually love how my sweet mom cuts up canteloupe for me and offers to mend my clothes, and make dinner, and go to church with us. It’s nice.

Let’s Call it a Night
I’m sure there’s more, but I just did a quick preview and wow- the odds of anyone reading this is pretty low. Even my dear old mom probably tuckered out at those freaking awesomely fierce arms (oh and I’m kidding by the way. They’re not fierce. I hope one day though!). My point is that I probably need to pull back the throttle on the lengthy post. Unfortunately I think it’s a little too late!

Eh.

I have a few more days until my summer class begins. I wonder if I can commit to posting once a week during my class? That’s not bad, right? Then I have a whole month off so I for see more consistent posting- and house cleaning- then.

That’s all for now, but as always, more to come…

I literally sat in dog puke for an hour last night.

It was only when I got up and Will looked at the couch and said, “I think a dog threw up a little on the couch!” that I realized that a dog had in fact thrown up.

And I had sat in it.

For at least an hour.

And had no clue.

It’s been one of those days all week…

(and I’m done with my class next week which means I owe you a really big giant update)

My high school reunion was last weekend.

I was actually looking forward to it. Not to the point that I was obsessing over every carrot stick I ate or getting a spray tan or considering an edgy new hairstyle or anything- but nonetheless I was looking forward to going and seeing everyone.

I can literally recall, as if it was yesterday, hugging all my classmates and jokingly saying, “See you in ten years!” thinking that would be forever away.

But here it was, this past weekend.

It’s a little hard for me to believe.

I had a great time in high school and made so many great memories. I was really looking forward to catching up with everyone.

Only- I didn’t go.

Not because I failed to invent Post-its (if you get the reference, you’re laughing right now), but because I just didn’t go.

Plain and simple.

And now I’m hoping I don’t regret it.

So here’s the story-

I don’t know about you guys, but it seems as though anytime there is a crucial event, holiday, or milestone in mine and Will’s life you can almost always put money on the fact that we’re going to get into a gigantic argument.

I have no idea why, but that’s pretty much our standard M.O.

Now- I should probably qualify (or quantify?… qualify? quantify?.. Which one is it? AHH!) that Will and I aren’t big argue-ers. For the most part we’ve been married for seven happy years and don’t get into doozy arguments all too often. In fact, we don’t really even argue all that often.

But when we do?

It’s on a day in which the whole day is devoted to being happy. For example- Thanksgiving. They don’t just say, “It’s Thanksgiving!” Nope. They say, ”HAPPY Thanksgiving!” It’s not “Hey it’s Christmas!” It’s MERRY Christmas!”

You get my point.

Which is really ironic.

Maybe it’s because there’s so much pressure on the day and you’re running around like a crazy trying to make everything absolutely perfect for you and your family? That’s what I’ve always thought to be a contributing factor. Why don’t Will and I fight on random Tuesdays? Because there are no expectations for a perfect Tuesday, that’s why!

Anyway- I think you know where I’m going with this.

I had gotten up, worked out, and returned home to shower and slowly get ready for the day.

Only Will and I got into a giant fight. You think I would have remembered that this was a possibility.

Yet- I didn’t.

Ugh.

Failure.

Had I remembered, perhaps I would have thrown a penny in a fountain or thrown salt over my shoulder.

Only I didn’t. 

Bummer.

So I ended up going over to my mom’s (oh- sorry, haven’t given an update in a while. She’s back from Kuwait right now. And I’ve seen my sister like three times in the last three weeks. How great, right?) and laid around and figured I’d go home and get ready after a few hours. Only, it turned to 3 and I didn’t get ready. Then hit 4. And I was still in a funk. Then 5… and then I figured eh- I don’t get to see my family much and we would have had to leave at 5:30 to get there in time- which wasn’t going to happen. So- no reunion.

Thankfully (Thankfully? Maybe not...) with the invention of Facebook I can still keep up with everyone so it’s not totally awful, but it still would have been good to go.

I guess I write all this because I figure most of those who (still) read this blog are married people. The point of this story is that it was really stupid of me not to get off my lazy butt and go to my reunion. So what that Will and I were grumpy? We would have been fine by the time we got to my reunion- and most importantly, in the grand scheme of our entire marriage we were perfectly fine. You know? Married people argue! So what. It happens and you get over it. I was really ridiculous to let it stop me from going to something so important, right? Ugh, Brittny, silly girl!

So the point of this post is that Will and I are a normal married couple (ha, as if you didn’t know that already) and we argue and do stupid stuff like not going to a high school reunion because of a grumpy mood. But I think the point of this post is also- just freaking do stuff, because if you don’t, well, it’s just silliness.

Oh- and one more point (points! lots and lots of points!)- go to your freaking reunion. Now I have to wait another 10 years. Geez-a-lou!

And having said that I also realize I owe you guys an update! I think I mentioned ages ago that my parents bought a house one door down?

Yes- I most definitely need my own reality show now. I joke that everyone has one these days. I just need to start baking cupcakes or selling pawn shop items or take on truck driving on dangerous roads… anyway- I most definitely owe you a life update soon. However, I’m currently in Colorado (ha- see? another confirmation to do an update) so I’ll do that very soon!

More to come…

I had set P’s last entry to auto post. Largely because- 1. I’m in school and knew I wouldn’t have time to put something thoughtful together the night before I had something due and was about to board a plane and 2. I’m lazy.

I was all geared up to go this whole week. My mind was focused on nothing but P and cupcakes and lots of fun.

And then I got the call Tuesday’s morning.

Will’s grandpa had passed away.

It was a crazy day which included having to rearrange my travel plans. That turned out to be a fun event (ha!). Not only does American Airlines not give benevolence rates, but they also charged me a freaking kidney and first born to change my flight.

Insert expletive here --->

Anyway, I felt so terrible for letting P down, but I also knew I had to be there for Will and our family. I just couldn’t have a good time knowing what was going on back home. I had focused my mind on fun and craziness and had to switch gears to focus on loving Will and just being “there.” Definitely not one of those weeks you plan for.

The funeral was yesterday. I’ve mentioned Will’s Grandma Bea in the past. She died a few years ago and wanted her ashes scattered at a pond where she and Bill went fishing. It was an intimate and special place for both of them.

Grandpa Bill had been sick for several months now, and we all knew he’d be passing soon but it was still sad to hear the news. He had spoken with his daughter the day before he died and had a special message for each of us which she shared yesterday. It was emotional and really special to hear.

After the service we went to the lake and scattered his ashes the same place where they scattered Bea’s. I had never known anyone who had been cremated, so it was a different experience.

It was so weird to see Bill’s ashes in the lake. He had lived 87 years and had so many adventures and stories and at the end was nothing but ashes sinking and falling on the sand below. I know death is something we all know will happen to us, but it’s so visceral to be reminded of it and actually see a life go by and disappear in an instant. It definitely makes me so thankful for the life God has given me. He has blessed me beyond anything I could ever deserve and so often I fail to thankful and truly stop to give myself over to him to have His way in my life. Yesterday was a good reminder of how I need to live my life to please God and not to be so caught up in worries and stressors and the vapor that is life. At the end all we are is a lump of bones, and what we do today is what matters. Life is short.

It’s sad that it takes a funeral to be reminded of what a blessing life is, but I’m thankful for how God spoke to me. I challenge you to do something today to make tomorrow better. I know I will be doing the same.

So- we “take two” on the Chicago trip. I’m headed out later this week. I promise to provide lots of pictures and updates!

During the Summer of 2004 I was a newly married college student. That summer I was taking one class and working at the university- which was only like a 30 hour a week job. Put it this way- I had lots of time on my hands. This allowed me lots of time to hang out with P.

For some reason that summer we thought it would be fun to take up tennis. Let’s keep in mind that neither of us have all that much athletic ability. Sure, P was a cheerleader, and yes I work out at the gym- but please let me assure you, that does not convert into athletic ability. Will is always trying to get me to play basketball with him, and I’m just pitiful.

I’m getting off track!

Anyway- because we were so awful we would go in the middle of the afternoon, the height of summer heat and misery and pain, so no one would see us. I’m surprised neither of us suffered from heat exhaustion, really.

We would stand on opposite sides of the net and P would serve and it would hit the net and bounce back to her feet.

Then she’d serve and it’d fly over the net and I’d be swinging in the air on the left side, when the ball was on the right side.

Then I would try to serve and it would go flying, or it wouldn’t pass the net, or it would go into the other court.

We were awful.

We volleyed back and forth a few times- in the course of the whole month we devoted to tennis- but that was the extent of it. My mom and Will would occasionally go with us in the evenings. Will would try to play with us, but unfortunately he has no “off” switch. He is always in competitive game mode, out to win. He had fire in his eyes, and I swear had he been bald I would have mistaken him for Andre Agassi. So while me and P just wanted someone to gently hit the ball back and forth with us, Will was out for war. He wanted to hit the ball hard, he wanted to win, he wanted to make us hate him. He would frustrate me for not just freaking playing “nice” and I would frustrate him for chasing after the ball nonstop and not being able to hit anything. Fun times. Hmm, maybe this Spring I’ll convince to give it another go! What do you think?

Happy Valentine’s Day!! <3

Will and I were homebound today and will be tomorrow as well.

Victims of the blizzard.

I use victims very loosely because I sat on the couch in grey sweatpants with my computer on my lap working from home while watching old CSI Miami episodes.

It was rough I tell you.

The bad thing about blizzards, however, is that they make you fat.

I can’t prove it- but I may seek out a grant to do so.

Poor Will. I think I’m ready to go to the gym? Ha-

WILL is ready for me to go to the gym. If I don’t, The Shining could very well manifest itself at my house.

I can’t even begin to tell you all the crap I had while I was at home today. I started strong with oatmeal but before long I was having french bread, and Ruffles, and frosting, and pretzels… It was an out of control carbicide I tell you! It was if I didn’t think I was going to be able to eat for days or something and was trying to all Black Bear myself through the storm incase I had to hibernate.

The trouble with this issue is that:

1. I’m at home tomorrow again

2. It’s Super Bowl weekend which means I needed to save my cheat day for Sunday.

Oh and let’s not forget that later this month I will experience an entire weekend of gluttony when I go see P for her birthday.

It’s official- February is Faturary.

Elliptical, here I come. 

It only took us almost seven years, but Will and I recently joined the league of married adults- actually… adults in general- and purchased our first alarm clock.

Yep. Seven years. No alarm.

Weirdos.

We’ve used each of our phones as our alarms throughout our entire marriage, but after a couple of malfunctions we decided we probably should grow up and get a freaking alarm clock so we can slam the crap out of the snooze button in style.

I suddenly feel much more responsible and self aware. As if I’ll be on time to all events now. All because of our alarm clock.

I’m lying.

I just seemed like the right thing to say.

Speaking of time. I’m not making good use of mine.

Well… I guess I wouldn’t go that far. Blogging is defintiely good use of my time!

However, I could probably make better use of my time by working on this stupid paper I have to do for school.

That’s what I need. A life alarm. Like one that has my entire day rigidly scheduled- 2 hours for my paper, 1 hour 8 minutes to get ready in the morning, 13 minutes to post to my blog.

How great/annoying would that be?

Instead I’m forced to be my own time manager.

Which means I probably need to stop droning on about alarm clocks and start droning on about cyber bullying. Both equally entertaining. Ha.

More to come…

I mentioned I started school already, right?

UGH.

Sorry, but I felt the need to lead with that because it’s all I bloody think about. Why am I willingly inflicting this mental pain on myself!?

...

Get it together woman!

Okay- no more talk of school.

So my goal is to post to my blog once a week now that I’m in school. It felt good to have time to do it during break, but I’m not foolish enough to think I’m going to be able to post every few days now that my life is back to “normal.” So- that’s my goal and I really hope to stick with it.

Let’s not talk about that anymore, okay?

I had a really good weekend.

Will is always so tired when he gets home at night, and we hadn’t made any plans to go out on Friday so I figured it would just be a quiet night in. Plus- let’s not forget we’ve been married almost seven years so there’s pretty much zero spontaneity in our lives.

So I was surprised when he got home, hopped in the shower and told me we were going out. What a fun surprise! We ended up taking a little road trip to Chickasha, Oklahoma. There’s a small little burger joint there called Paw-Paws that’s semi-famous around there. I should have used one of my cheats there, but instead I got a salad, which was a really stupid thing to do at a small town sort of diner. I didn’t even dare ask for vinaigrette. I knew better. I took a bite of Will’s burger and it was DELICIOUS.

Yes- it deserves all caps.

So good. I most definitely should have used one of my cheats for a burger. We’ll definitely be back soon. It was worth the trip.

We ended the evening at Dairy Queen. There’s only a few in the state- one of them being in Chickasha. You can’t go there and not stop, right!? So- I had one of my cheats there- and it was well worth it.

Freaking amazing.

Mind blowing.

Over the top.

Sorry- as you can probably guess, I’ve been sticking to my goals pretty well and really relish my cheats.

Plus it’s DQ. It really is all of those things.

I just had a great night with Will. I know as you read this you’re probably like- wow- he takes her to a dive-y burger joint in small town America and then they go to DQ. Fancy!

(let’s laugh. That sentence seems funny to me.)

But the truth is, it was such a great night. Mostly because we’re so boring and predictable and a random road trip on a Friday night was so great and fun!

Saturday? Saturday was pretty great.

We did the normal shopping, chores and all that other painful boring adult stuff, but Saturday I had my first experience with a pre-workout formula.

I can’t even convey to you how intense and just how… wow… my workout experience was.I realize the rest of this “section” is going to be WAY boring for most of you and even maybe annoying and confusing, but I feel like droning on- so forgive me in advance.

I’ve always been very skeptical of all the weight training supplement “gunk-” and with good reason. A lot of stuff is full of sugar and calories and CRAP that you do not need at all. However, there definitely is good stuff on the market, but I’ve always just never really tried it because I figured what I was doing was good enough.

But then I started thinking- yes, what I’m doing is good, but if I’m serious about meeting my goals I really need to consider supplement options. There’s a reason why some of the most amazing fitness models look the way they do- they eat right, workout hard, and supplement (not to be confused with drugs or steroids!).

Anyway- so I asked around and looked online and it just so happened that a friend had a couple scoops left of the most highly rated all natural pre-workout mix on one of my most favorite fitness sites. So- I was game.

I took it yesterday about 20 minutes before my workout, and had literally one of the best workout experiences I’ve ever had. Yesterday was a leg day and before I knew it I had spent an hour and a half and felt like I was still on my first set. I really wanted to keep going but for the sake of time I had to move on so I ended with some light cardio. It was such an intense workout and even after all the sets I ripped off and the cardio, I was ready to freaking lift a Mini Cooper afterwards. Ha ha- okay now that does sound a little like one of those crazy muscle women sort of things to say. It would be about right -> ____________ there where I would tell you how you don’t have to worry, that I have no ambition of looking like that, but let’s face it- you all know me well enough by now to know that I love frosting enough for that to never, ever happen.

Anyway, pretty freaking amazing workout and I really think this will help me get past where I am right now, a little extra “oomph” to further my progress and where I want to be. It will definitely make my workouts more efficient that’s for sure! Today I did my upper body and used it again and noticed the same difference. I would continue onwward but I realize this is probably very boring.

So let’s move on, yes?

All in all it was a nice weekend, and it was my last weekend of freedom before heading back to school (ha- I thought I said we weren’t going to talk about that anymore!). Everything seems to circle back to school. Ugh- school.

I better get back to reading.

More to come.