Things are happening, my friends. I went to the Crowfoot YMCA (conveniently located only a stone’s throw away. I have a long throw, but still, it’s close. like right around the corner close). I had a chitty-chat-chat with the Fitness Director and Group Fitness Director and they are interested in having me teach/train! 1-800-I-AM-STOKED. Here I come free membership! Plus, there are some things I’d really like to do that I have yet to see in some of the classes I have taken here so far. Wahooo! Let’s hope that stint I pulled that got me in the back of a cop car at age 16 doesn’t hold me back. Better yet, let’s hope that the Calgary police aren’t that thorough. I was a minor, anyways, so technically it never happened.
I was so pumped from those mini-meetings, so I really went all out at the spin class I took immediately after. (The Group Fitness Director even signed me up to get certified as a Spin Instructor in June! Seriously guys, I’m getting tons of gold stars today). One note about that class, however: they kept the lights on. I could totally make a sex related joke re: the lights, but I’m a lady. I’ll let you come up with it on your own.
I had done my protein oats for breaky this AM (see poo-looking bowl of oats from a previous post), then munched on these bad Larrys:
Stop.the.presses. These were DIVINE. Tyler wanted to buy a ginorm carton of them at Costco last week, and I was thinking oh-no-sir-those-will-never-get-eaten-what-a-typical-guy-move, but he was on P.O.I.N.T. I scarfed them so fast. Probably frightened the dog just a teensy bit.
As a reconciliation, I went out and got her some goodies. We’re talkin’ the Louis Vuitton of goodies:
If only girlfraaan’ new how many G’s I dropped on these puppies (pun intended). Ok, not G’s, but maybe 1/356th of a G. Still.
She’s all, ‘mama, pleeeeeeease”
So I caved.
Baby girl loves balls. Like mother, like….Oh god, did I really go there?
Here’s her brilly (read: brilliant) model pose. I’m submitting this to Canadian Dog. I don’t think such a publication exists, but it should.
I have a couple -slightly less hairy- pics for you…They’re of me! (I said SLIGHTLY less hairy. I have low readership, but now it’s probably even lower. Way to go me!)
I think it’s standard that a terrible face should be made in any picture taken post workout. So there ya go.
I do, however, clean up pretty decent. I mean, I’m no Jennifer Aniston, but we share the same first name, so at least I’m halfway there. This is from date night last friday:
Did I say that terrible pictures are standard post workout? Apparently, they are just across the board standard for me. sigh.
Anyone remember that episode of SATC when Miranda baked that chocolate cake and kept going back to the kitchen for a slice, then she tossed it, THEN SHE ATE MORE FROM THE TRASH???
Well, I’m not THAT bad, but I did have repeat visits to the kitchen last night for my love turds (brownies). It was OK last night, since sweets are calorie-free on Sundays, but I’m having a hard time preventing myself from breaking out the knife today for more..anyone have this problem???
Ask and I shall receive – thx for posting more pix (especially of Layla! Ha! JK).
I Continue to enjoy your daily accounts.
One note: brownies should only be eaten w/ walnuts and CHOCOLATE frosting only!
See ya! 😉
ahhhhh! Congrats! I hope the gig works out!! And the silly pictures crack me up 🙂
I’m so glad you too know the calorie-free rule on Sunday’s!! (I was worried the the rule wouldn’t pass over borders). Anyway, congrats on the teaching/training gig at the Y!! Show them Canadians how American’s get their workout on!!
Congrats!!! So exciting!!!