Showing posts with label magic mike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic mike. Show all posts

Monday, July 23, 2012

Make-out Music and Self-diagnosing

Today definitely felt like a Monday.  Long.
I woke up pretty charged and ready to roll, but by the time I needed to throw on some bikers and start my workout, my eyes were watering.  It was ridiculous.

Our Monday-meathead-hour is always interesting.  Garrett and I get going on our own routines and generally throw on some rap station using Pandora.  Today I needed lyrics practically busting my eardrums, so I opted for the 'ol ipod.  I forgo the arm-strap and just slide that thing in my sports bra.  Its fine.  There's plenty of room.
When it was time for my cardio I considered just going back to Pandora and retiring the pod.  That idea lasted all of 5 seconds when I realized Garrett went all 2002-make-out-remix on me.  Its the oddest thing...he loves to workout to music that 99% of the population would rather get naked to.  So it was back to the headphones.  I swear one day I'm going to look over and find that kid making a Magic Mike sequel in front of the mirror and I'm going to have to fire him.
Clarification:...Post on the internet, then fire him.

Overall it was a good day.
I had a young lady ask me today how many calories she should be eating per day.  She's under 18 and needs to shed a few pounds.  She said she got on the internet (which always makes me whence a little bit), and one site said 2200, another 1800, and another 1100.  Ah!  1100?  No, never...not unless you're an inactive midget.  I'm so glad she asked because it absolutely kills me how much misleading information is out there. 
It ranks up there with the internet self-diagnosing.  You type in symptoms and then all of a sudden you either have the common cold or full blown AIDS.  
Thankfully, we got everything square by the time she left....no 1100 calories...no magic cleanse....no diseases...check and check.

After I throw this chicken breast in the fridge I am headed to bed.  I need to practice my yoga pose.  I call it fetal position and have pretty much mastered it.
Have a lovely evening folks.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Thank You Tatum

I think Monday just crotch-kicked everyone that walked in the door today.
There were more breakdowns, outbursts, and vents than I've heard in a while, and not going to lie it was a long day for me too.  I had every intention of getting in bed early, but that did not happen as planned.  One night of poor sleep will screw up the next 3, and before I know it I'm trying to sneak 20 second naps on the mat while simultaneously demonstrating ab exercises.  Yes, I was tired.

I honestly have no real excuse except that I stayed up late on Saturday night.  However, after seeing Magic Mike I was pretty much wide awake.  I like to think that when they were trying to come up with a catchy beginning to get audiences engaged, after rounds of suggestions, one guy pops up with the genius idea of telling Channing Tatum to take his pants off.  And there you have the perfect beginning.  Its no Snow White fairytale, but if the dwarfs looked like that, no shot that tramp would have gone into a coma.
Worth every bit of $9.50.
I would have paid 10.

Speaking of money, I was talking with a client today about the cost of eating healthy.  I hear all the time, "It just costs way too much to eat healthy."  First of all, nice try, poor excuse...because truth is that it is not as expensive as people may think.  Yes, if you buy retail organic items the cost will increase, but not everything needs to be organic.  Seriously.  Making a few changes will save you more in the long run.  I eat 6 meals a day and all my meals cost me under $1.50 each...that's roughly 9 dollars a day.  THE WHOLE DAY.  Many people blow that at lunch in 30 minutes.  Give me a break.  Do yourself a favor, take the time to pack a lunch/snacks and take charge of your health.  You'll actually save money in the long run...

Its almost after 9 and a pan of salmon residue is staring at me.  Ugh...washing dishes is for the birds...and anyone seeking to be remotely sanitary.  Eh,...some days I question this madness.
It was short and sweet tonight.
Here's to a loooong Monday and the Tuesday that awaits.  Night!