Disappointment

I will preface this post with sorry you have not heard from me in forever!!!  Cali has been carrying us cupcake girls by way of posting…

I have not been completely on board with my nutrition lately and the last thing I feel like I am qualified to write about is nutrition or exercise…

Mike recently decided to weigh us in again since he had given us leeway for WAY TOO LONG!!!  I stepped on that scale and was so disappointed that I had gained “7 POUNDS” Holy Cow!!! You know how hard it is to take off 7 pounds? But how easy it is to put it back on? I was embarrassed and very disappointed in myself.  

May I quote Mike when I stepped on that scale, “Well you gained ALMOST 10 pounds!”  That was hard to hear from him, I really honestly try to make him proud of me when at all possible.  When Mike stares in to your eyes with his very disappointed look you really just want to cry!  

So a week and a half later we weighed in again, I lost 2 pounds which means I am still up by 5 pounds!!!

I really need a SWIFT KICK IN MY PANTS!!!  So back to the drawing board for me…  

I feel like I have been stuck so long that it no longer seems possible for me to accomplish this goal.  I know that’s not true but your mind can convince you of anything.

Do Not Settle

Life Without Mike

We had our first workout sans Mike tonight.

We were all worried that it would be completely awful, but it was great.

(Don't worry Mike, we do miss you - please come back to us soon).

We will have 4 workouts without Mike's vast training knowledge, motivation, guilt and perfectly sculpted abs [just kidding on the last one. None of us have actually seen his abs - not yet, anyway (he is unbelievably shy and modest). We are still holding out hope every single day].

So, he gave us the assignment of coming up with our own workouts. I just think he is too busy having the time of his life off in Ghana and doesn't want to worry about it. Or, he just wants to laugh at what we plan. OR, he totally trusts that we have learned a lot during our time with him and that we'll come up with exceptional workouts.

Whatever the reason, challenge accepted.

In fact, I volunteered to plan the first workout.

Here's what I came up with:

(Please don't laugh at me - um, actually, you can. I don't know what everything is called so I made most of the names up).

It was a really hard workout. Seriously. I couldn't even do the whole workout that I planned.

Pretty pathetic, right?

(The only thing I didn't do all of was those dang burpees. Man, they are tough! I was way too ambitious when I cooked this whole workout up. I did a total of 65 burpees, which is a little more than 1/2 of what I planned, so there's definitely room for improvement).

Note to self: Do not plan more than about 50 burpees for any one workout.

I was clearly too eager to play trainer today.

Brianne and Charis rocked the workout. I am so proud of them. The other girls had their own workout and also did an outstanding job.

So, we will survive without Mike. But only for four workouts. Our motivation for the next few days is the weigh-in that is waiting for us at our first post-Ghana workout.

Please wish us luck! This is an insanely hard month to stay on track.

You Are Not the Boss of Me!

'Tis the season to be insanely busy, right?

Man, life is good but so, so crazy.

(However, not so crazy that I can't fit in at least one episode of New Girl each and every day).

I feel it's important to have priorities.

I saw this the other day and just about died laughing:

(So, Damon Wayans Jr can yell at me any time he wants...seriously. I have such a crush on that man).

Does this remind you of anyone you (or I) know?

Yeah, I can't quite put my finger on it either ;)

I sent this to Mike the other night and he was still laughing about it when I saw him 2 days later.

The funny part is that I tell people that this is how he is - that he's mean and yells at us all the time, but it's pretty far from the truth. I didn't realize how far from the truth it is until he actually tried to yell at us at Thursday's workout.

The poor guy cannot yell.

Don't get me wrong, he is mean. But, in more of a quiet, guilt-inducing way. And, he has these looks of murder that are serious enough that I do 100 burpees without much complaint.

Most days.

Okay, actually, no days because I complain all the time, but I typically do what he says.

Either way, I'm getting what I pay for.

And loving every minute of it.

(so not convincing)

So, yeah, my new thing is that when he tells me to do something I don't want to do (like 300 tricep dips - crazy!), I say "You're not the boss of me!"

Which is super ironic because, as we all know, he really is.