It feels really weird. I still haven’t washed it yet, but I know that when I do that my natural curliness will make my hair feel unbelievably short. I’m scared… but it feels super healthy and I think it was a good idea to do this for summer.
Too bad I was too lazy to ever put makeup on.
OH! I have to talk about 13.2! So… apparently last year there were a lot of injuries reported from people doing high rep box jumps in the Open workout 12.3. So this year, they decided to allow step-ups instead of box jumps for 13.2. Box jumps completely gassed me out when I attempted the WOD on Wednesday night, so I decided to try my old-school aerobic step-up skills for my second attempt. It freaking WORKED! I did three round better! 3 rounds?! That is 90 reps. My score went from 222 to 312. And I wasn’t nearly as crapped out feeling at the end. My goal for the open was to contribute at least one score high enough to be in the top 6. I know at least 4 other girls in my gym who outdid me on that one, but hopefully my score will still be top 6 material. Or do you have to be in the top 3 women? Not sure…. confusing. Whatever. I still feel like I contributed a good score.
Here is what I made for dinner on Friday night: PaleOMG Avocado Chorizo sweet potato skins.
They are stupid delicious.
Epic breakfast with poached eggs, sweet potato cakes, and bacon.
(I’m starting to notice that i use the word “epic” to describe any breakfast that takes longer than 2 minutes to throw together.)
So the Whole30 I was doing for the last 5 days went to hell in a hand-basket. I don’t know how to feel about it–I sort of don’t care. Brad and I were making dinner on Saturday night. It was about 9:30, and we were prepping some chicken drumsticks in a marinade, making “feaux-tatoes”, and chopping veggies. Then suddenly he started cleaning up and putting things away and I was like “whaaaaa?” And he said “I’m hungry. We’re going out.” So he took me to Pesto Cafe (which is probably the best italian restaurant in town) and we drank wine, and stuffed our faces with bread and pasta. And got Shake’s ice cream for dessert. I wore flip flops, because that’s what you wear on impromptu dinner dates. To make matters worse, we made REAL pancakes the next morning. REAL ones. The kind you put together from scratch with flour, egg, baking powder, sugar, etc. I sometimes wish I was sensitive to gluten so that I wouldn’t be able to eat that stuff… is that weird??? (Notice I have no photographic evidence of the epic whole30 fail….)
I have been unable to get to my almond butter source for the past week. Which means that I’ve gone a whole week without almond butter. Which probably means I am taking in a lot fewer calories than normal. lol. I finally got some, though.
Blurry grind-it-yourself almond butter:
I purchased a swimsuit last night! I guess all this carb loading was inspiring me to care about being semi-naked in front of everyone in a few months.
That’s the exact suit (i think). I liked it because it seemed like it would provide a lot of coverage up top. And that it would help me get an even tan on my shoulders without gigantic ridiculous tan lines. I’ve never tried a Victoria’s Secret swimsuit, so who knows. It might end up being awful… we will see… Either way, it got an extra secret rewards card for buying it. Maybe I’ll win $500. Right? Most likely so.
My sister found this e-card. It’s pretty indicative about how all of the females in our family feel: