Detoured

I would have paid good money to sleep in this morning.  I stayed up last night until after 11, which proved to be a dumb decision....add it to the list.  So I woke up already exhausted, eyes watering, and hardly ready for the day.  Every time I had to get on the floor to demonstrate something to my 6am clients, I wanted to curse.  Sounds horrible I know, but combined with the overwhelming soreness in my legs right now, and I was simply a mess.  My rearend is one giant knot, and using the handicap rail in the bathroom got old pretty fast.  Yesterday I felt old,...today I felt old and disabled. 

By the time my workout rolled around I was beyond tired.  To get going was the hard part.  I had shoulders, biceps, and some cardio today.  It ended up being a great workout.  Lord knows I needed to burn some calories after yesterday....I'm sure I ate at least 1000 calories worth of cookie cake.  Thank you Kelsey to contributing to my health.  Oh but it was worth it.  I had a headache this morning and am retaining a solid 1.5 pounds of water.  Pretty awesome...

Driving home today was another headache.  Traffic was absurd, and my normal 23 minute commute took over 50 minutes due to wrecks, detours, etc.  I do not deal well with situations like that.  Shocker.  So I decided to squeeze in a couple of phone calls while I was essentially wasting minutes of my life on the highway.  I called my mom.  Ok, note to self: Do NOT call one of the happiest people you know while you are in misery, in your car, going 10 mph in a 65 zone.  At one point she suggested I write a poem while stuck in traffic.  I literally contemplated hanging up on my mom right then.  I just had to laugh...that was indeed my mom for ya.

Ok, I am drained.  I can't stay up any longer.  The bed is calling my name and I desperately want to answer....Night!

Here she comes....butt first...

Today was pretty much like Christmas....minus Jesus' birth, some tinsel, and presents for anyone but myself.  I honestly had a fabulous birthday....I couldn't have asked for more.  I've never felt more loved....well....except for that one time,...ok just kidding.  I can't say thank you enough to everyone who made it special.  Even birthday-cynic-Brian...who showered me with coffee, Under Armour, and a card with the word "bitch".  Fitting.  The funny thing is that, being the card-slut that I am, I told him what the inside said before I opened it.  I'd picked it up before in the store.  Its ridiculous, I know.

I woke up this morning 15 minutes before my alarm because I was so excited it was my birthday.  You would think I was 7 years old.  I love birthdays though.  It might have something to do with the fact that I never got to celebrate my birthday at school when I was little because of summer break...no cupcakes...no "happy birthday" song....nothing.  "Bitter, party of one."  Perhaps a little, but nonetheless I've partied as necessary ever since.  I like to remind myself every year just how little I've accomplished in 365 days, how small my list of friends is becoming, and the fact that I am going to bed earlier and earlier.  Its awesome.  Its way past my bedtime and clearly I should not be held accountable for anything I type at this point...the sarcasm just seems to pour out at an unbelievable rate...

All 3 Zimmerman boys and Kelsey stopped by today for a little birthday-bonding-time.  That was awesome, and truly meant a lot.  Kelsey made me a cookie cake with Duncan Hines frosting (the best), and I am seriously in a sugar coma right now.  I can hardly feel my face and I am sweating head to toe.  She even put m&m's on it...it was like sex on a cookie.  I gladly ate it.  My mom taught me at an early age that calories do not count on your birthday....I will not argue with mom.  I took it to the face...as I should have...

The Zimm crew also surprised me with a new pair of shoes!  It was like giving a heroine addict a new needle... New Mizunos, absolutely love them and they fit perfectly.  Yes, I will excitedly rock them tomorrow. :)

My sister-in-law and 2 nieces also came by today...when Payton said "Happy birthday Mena, I love you" I nearly died. Those girls turn me into mush...almost makes me mad.  Ha.

Mom and dad also stopped by and dropped off my new vacuum cleaner!  Wooo!!  It totally sucks,...I mean literally.  I was more excited about an appliance than the average person should be.  But I've managed to kill like 4 vacuum's already, so I'll take it.

Ahh...all in all, a complete day.  Yes, I still worked out, but any accomplishment in the gym fell second to how great friends/family made me feel today.  Honestly, I was flattered and beyond grateful.  Thus, I will continue to celebrate through the weekend...at least, that's the plan.  I'm 28, not 78...if you're gonna do something, got to do it right...

Goodnight people :)