And This Is Called A Real Fork...

Monday.
Is it just me or is there at least one moment every Monday when you question your own sanity,...as well as your ability to restrain yourself from an outright assault...??...
Am I alone on this one?
No matter how well a Monday goes, its always a little nuts on some level.  I say hope for the best, prepare for the worst, strap on a cup and charge full steam ahead. 
On that note, I was honestly pumped about lifting today since I was 100% healthier and ready to roll compared to last Monday.  Alicia Keys and Rihanna blared in my ear on REPEAT, (my OCD also dominates my iPod habits), and by the end I was pretty much convinced I was the Girl On Fire.
Literally,...on fire.
If you do not have that song, I forgive you...for now.  Download it.  Best $1.29 you'll spend in the next 24 hours, and I don't need to know what else you have planned to buy, but its probably worthless.
Its ridiculous,...when I get stuck on a new song I will listen to it until I hate it.
Certified extremist.
Long story short, awesome workout today...my body will probably hate me tomorrow.

Well, its officially birthday week for my partner in crime, Garrett.
Birthdays are a big deal in my book because it a reminder of the day God decided to pretty much rock the world, bring you in, and often prove He has a sense of humor....and that your parents make poor decisions during a Marvin Gaye serenade.
Ah, I'm kidding.
You're special.
One of a kind.
No one like you.
...I was fed way too many lies before the age of 10...

It was only fitting to start off his birthday week with a few practical gifts.  And I do mean practical.
First, a giant bottle of balsamic vinegar.
The kid goes through more of that mess than any normal human being.  Walk within 10 feet of his salad while he's eating, and the smell will literally singe your nose hairs.  Its unbelievable.
Second gift, a metal fork.
Everyday while devouring his balsamic-molested-salad, he uses a plastic fork.  And everyday, he loses at least 2 prongs.  I don't quite understand why he must attack the bowl like a Spartan, but he does.  And Dixie products fall victim every single time.
I admit, part of this gift is selfish because if he accidentally swallows a prong, I don't have time for an oral scavenger hunt and heimlich maneuver.  The day I have to do the heimlich I'd prefer it be someone under 215 pounds.  Sorry Garrett.  Stick with metal utensils. 
Third gift, Q-tips.
The guy is all about some personal hygiene...and he's gone on and on about wanting Q-tips after his post-workout shower.  As if they are a delicacy and not found within a quarter mile radius at ANY store near the gym.  You know what, DONE.  You want a cardboard stick with cotton, you got it my friend.  I am the birthday fairy.  In spandex.
Whew, its going to be a long, festive week...

Well, its about that time.
Tired.
Dishes in the sink.
Time for bed.
Have a wonderful night folks...game on tomorrow. ;)

Those Last Few Bites....

This morning hit me like a bus.  A massive bus.
I woke up about 3 times before I actually managed to crawl out of bed and make my way to the coffee maker.  That lasted all of 3 seconds before I was back to the couch and completely passed out.
Oh its going to be an eventful Sunday folks.

This past week was pretty much all about recovery from the plague I came down with last weekend.  My appetite was honestly nowhere near normal until about Thursday.  If you get it, my advice is to strap on a bib and prepare for the worst.  You will be hating life.
And then once you're done regurgitating everything from your esophagus to coccyx, be thankful for good health.

One thing I certainly did not prepare for was the aftereffect of reintroducing food back into my system.  It was not pretty.
I generally eat a lot of vegetables, but in this case I probably should have gone easy on the broccoli.
I was about 2 florets away from imploding.
I've never hated vegetables so much in all my life.....well, except when I was little and associated eating anything green with child abuse.
Remember when your parents used to say "just eat 7 more bites since you're 7 years old..." 
Such crap.  I swore I'd revolt once I hit double digits.  Eh, I never did.  I gave in and ate the overcooked peas (which were by far the worst) and thought I was a genius by making my "7 bites" be exactly 7 peas.  What a smartass. 
Truth is, I'll probably do the same thing, or just make up stuff like "if you don't eat your vegetables, your limbs will rot off."  Slightly untrue, but my God if they still believe in a tooth fairy why am I a jerk for making up reasons to eat healthy?...
I think I'm still bitter from the pea incident.

Ok, onto my day.
Since its actually not freezing outside I may go for a jog....I say this, and yet I can hardly walk because my butt is so sore from Thursday.  We'll see how this goes.

Make it a great day folks.