Holy balls dudes. I am feeling some aggression up in here today. So I decided to rant about it on this here blog. Take that mother fucking blog. Take that and LIKE it.
In case you were wondering when your child starts to believe he is smarter than you, the answer is age 9. Age 9 is when your son will scoff and roll his eyes because no, mom, 9×6 cannot possibly be 54. DUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Also, mom, did you even know, or have any clue whatsoever, that Bob Marley stole that song from a guy who came and sang it at my SCHOOL?? How did Bob Marley do that???
I realize that California is awesome. I love to visit it and shit, but what is with you Californians moving to other places and then talking shit about where you live and how you can’t wait to get back to Cali? Is this like something they teach you in Cali schools? And if it’s so awesome, why did you ever leave?
My Fitness Pal is a gigantic whore. She’s not my pal at all. She spends all day monitoring what I eat and telling me I only have a few calories left. And at the end of the day, she tells me that I’m going to weigh a ridiculous amount in 5 weeks. Unless I don’t eat all the calories, and then she tells me a glorious amount I’m going to weigh in 5 weeks. Although one time, I forgot to log my food all day and she told me I would lose like a gazillion pounds in the next 5 weeks and I literally said, out loud, “I will not you stupid whore. I’d be DEAD if I didn’t eat for 5 weeks.” Fucking idiot.
Tiny Dancer has decided that anything other than breast milk is unacceptable. She is 7 months old and I cannot get her to eat ANYTHING. When the spoon comes out, her mouth clamps shut. So my nipples are basically leather at this point and I am feeding her about every 3 hours. She is also waking up twice a night again, which probably explains today’s aggression. Well, most definitely explains it. I’m fucking tired dudes.
Now on to the good stuff. Hubs and I finally booked a vacation! Woo hoo!! We decided to go with some other friends as well because while at a beach, I generally want to lie on said beach and drink alcoholic beverages, and that is basically like torture to him. So this plan involves guy time golfing and whatnot, and girl time drunk on beach.
Despite complaining about the whore MFP, I have lost about 18 pounds so far. My goal weight is about 7-10 pounds away and I think I can pull that off by the end of the summer. Then I can start gaining my winter weight back. It’s nice to feel better about my body and not so self conscious anymore. It’s also been great to reach some fitness goals. I started running when I was 12 years old and have done it on and off since then. Once you stop, it’s hard to get back into it because it’s fucking hard. But once you get to the point where you can finally run a couple of miles without feeling like you’re going to die, you remember what it’s like. Your feet hitting the pavement, steady breath, quick heartbeat and it is glorious. I love it. I really do. I’m only up to about 25 minute runs but that is about 25 minutes more than I was doing 6 months ago.