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"I Want a Bum You Can Bounce a Quarter Off Of"

This is something I never in my wildest dreams thought of...thinking about.  But thanks to Jillian, it's all I can think about today.  I keep wondering, will a quarter bounce off my bum?  If not, I would like one to.    

She says some pretty odd things during the video.  Which is alright because it distracts you from the actual workout.  For week one, I listen to her the first few days, then the last few days (once I got the hang of it), I muted the TV and just listened to Dr. Laura while I worked out (ya'll know how I love me some Dr. Laura talk radio).  Today, however, I started week 2, so I kinda had to listen.

Week 2 seems like a big jump from week one.  In fact, I think I am going to go back to week 1 for a little bit.  I could hang with week 2, but my form was terrible.  My core is so weak right now.  Which makes sense...after nine months of carrying a child with no strength training,  that area of your body is going to be compromised.  My push-up are pathetic.  I just need work.  So back to week 1 it is.  But I have to say, I am enjoying the videos.  I am not sure how much they are actually helping, but I have more energy and I feel better after doing them.  My plan is to work my way through her program so I can start P90X.  I've done the P90X videos before (not the whole program, just to supplement the days I was too lazy to go to the gym), and they are pretty tough, so I figured I would pre-train for them and see if I can do the whole program in a month or so.  

I've never been a skinny girl.  I will never be a skinny girl.  I'm not even sure I want to be a skinny girl.  I'm an athlete.  I was squatting 300+lbs, hang clinging 175lbs, and bench pressing over 100lbs  my freshman/sophomore year of high school. Skinny girls, can't do that.  I probably can't do half those weights now, but I am still an athlete at heart.  I'm built like an athlete.  My point is, I should be able to bounce a quarter off my bum and I don't think I can right now.  That's not okay with me.  So it is on.  Me and my little videos are going to get me ripped.  By the time I get my gym membership back, I'll be rolling with the big dogs.  (haha that was corny).

I guess our basketball league is questionable right now.  Only 5 teams are signed up, and they have way more guy teams interested so they might bump the girl league to make room for another guys league.  Figures, but I can't blame them.  Follow the money.  But hopefully it will work out and we will be able to play.  It's been so long since I've played, and last season felt oh-so good, I am not ready to give it up again already.  Even though I pretty much sucked last season, it's in my blood.  I have to retire on a good note.  

Totally switching gears.  In middle school, my best frienemy (friend + enemy, its a girl thing)  convinced me to wash my hair with eggs and vinegar because it would make it so shiny.  Like  a total sucker, I did it and my hair stunk for like a week of eggs and vinegar.  From that point on, I thought she made that up to be mean.  Come to find out, she was kinda right.  I saw thins thing on Pinterest, about things you can do to help your hair grow long and healthy.  Eggs whites (the yellow part is what stinks). So, I did it.  I washed my hair in egg white.  Yup....pretty gross.  

While showering, and putting the egg whites in my hair I had to wonder is this what liberal women do every morning; wash their hair in a big pile of chick abortions--a bunch of pro-abortion, anti-life crazies.   And PETA and vegetarians everywhere would want to kick my non-quarter bouncing bum for what I am doing right now. 

I rinsed my hair really well and shampooed and conditioned, hoping I wasn't going to smell like an IHOP kitchen.  Then I dried my hair, making sure I wasn't making scrambled eggs in my hair.  To my surprise, no smell and no scrambled eggs.  And yes...my hair does seem, softer, healthier, and has more shine.

Oh Pinterest, the things you'll convince me to do.  

Comments

Erin said…
I saw the egg thing too, and was totally curious. I WILL try this. And BTW you are are a skinny girl...sorry :)

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