Do you think it's a sign that you live in the country, when you wash your car at the spray n wash, and step in a cow or horse patty? I mean, does this stuff happen in the city? It wasn't mud, because there was hay in it. I know what livestock poo looks like. The "oh shit what did I step in" factor, caused me to lose damn near a minute on my car wash countdown too. Unpleasant car washing experience. Then it rained all night. I didn't park in the garage.
I guess I'll take a poo patty over the noise, and hustle and bustle of living in a city. Finding a new place is challenging for me. I have pets, and I don't want to live in a city, or a huge apartment complex. I want what I want, and I'm not moving until I find it. I really like my place if I could fix the electric, and move it closer to work, I would.
I'm simply on fire this week with working out. I've done it every day. Back in the saddle! I feel absolutely fanatastic too. That's the best part! I've been pushing myself with intervals. Not to mention, I made the most bad-ass workout mix for the MP3 the boy gave me. It's got stuff like, bootylicious, on it. Yea, I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
I also have graduated to 3.5 miles in an hour. I use to barely make 3. And that's on a 5% incline. Then I do weights, and the balance ball stuff. And I got my new fitness magazine last night, so I tried these things where you stand on a kitchen chair and do lunges off them backwards. Yea. A chair. I'm gonna have buns of steel, or a broken hip. One of the two. I didn't do a damn thing but make my lunch last night after I worked out. I'm exhausted. I'd been packing boxes all week, and cleaning on top of workouts. I've come to the realization, that for one girl, I have entirely too much freaking stuff. My apt is literally packed with crap. Even my garage. And, I have two floors, m'kay?
My gripe about eating healthy is it is so freaking time consuming. You have to spend all this time thinking about what to make before it goes bad because everything is fresh. One, two, three mini-wheats..counting calories. Snacks, breakfast, lunch. Then preparing everything. It takes an hour out of my night just to make my freaking food for the next day. So, about 3 hours a night is devoted to working out/eating. No wonder no one does it. Not to mention, it costs about $70 a week, vs. my usual $30 budget. I won't always be so anal about the food, but right now, I'm on a mission to drop another size by the time I have to put shorts on. It will be mine. Oh yes.
I like to think that I'm trying to distract myself from the fact that I havn't seen my guy since early last Sunday. But, it's not working. I still miss his cute little butt. I'm going to see him tomorrow, at his place. I'm excited to see his stuff. It'll be like a slumber party. It sucks so bad that I can't see him more. But I know that when I move things will be easier. It sorta pisses me off that I'm so in love with him. In a way that's like, I wanna rip out your hair, and bite off your toes cus you drive me that crazy. The old, "I wanna hug him and squeeze him"...I know, I kinda make me wanna puke too. But, I wouldn't trade it for a passion-less relationship for 10 million dollars. Why on earth does anyone settle, when this sorta thing is "out there?" I've wasted way too much time there.