My best friend Allie always told me that because I always have things to tell her, that I need to make lists so that I never forget a single piece of information. She’s been telling me this for at least 6 years now, and you’d think I’d learn. Not so much. You see, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys for days and days now about the status of my blog redesign but I keep forgetting!
So here we go! Tasha, my amazing designer, and I, have been working with each other for several weeks now in regards to my design. The first week involved me telling her the direction I wanted to go with the design, and the remainder of that week involved her putting together a draft of the design. The 2nd week entailed me telling her what parts I wanted tweaked, in regards to colors and placement. Well, this past Tuesday she sent me the draft that I finally said yes to! I’m probably the pickiest and worst client to work with, but there wasn’t a single piece of the design I wanted to change. Between now and Tuesday I should be receiving word that the coding is complete, and hopefully after that it’s a simple process to get the new Running on Peanut Butter design up!
Moving on to an embarrassing story, because every Friday needs to be filled with funny stories. Last night I worked out after work, and typically late night workouts keep me up late, and because I didn’t want to suffer through insomnia, I popped 2 melatonin tablets. I’ve never had an issue with these before. If anything, I just have really odd dreams. So last night before my workout, Mark called me and we talked for a bit. He was just about to head to happy hour so he asked if he could call me after.
By 8:30 I was in bed reading, and by 9 the lights were out, as I was fading fast. Around 9:50 I woke from a dead sleep and saw that he was on the phone with me. Now if you have an iPhone, then you know you have to push “Answer” or “Ignore” with an incoming call, otherwise, if you’re the one making the call, it shows all your options (speaker, mute, keypad, etc). Well when I woke up, I was looking at all of those options with his name at the top. I freaked out because I thought I “sleep dialed” him, so I quickly hung up on him. What do you know, 10 seconds later he’s calling me back.
Long story short, we went back and forth in regards to whether 1) I was drunk 2) I sleep dialed him 3) he called me and I hung up on him 4) I was drunk 5) I was drugged 6) I sleep dialed him. Aside from him telling me someone stole his credit card, our 15 minute conversation went round and round in circles about whether I sleep dialed him. Turns out, he called me at 9:30, then again at 9:50, where I proceeded to hang up on him, before I finally picked up.
Guys, I don’t remember any of this. I don’t remember answering the phone the first time. What the heck is in those melatonin pills?! Not only that, but I woke up at 5:25 freaking out and thinking I was extremely late, when in reality, my alarm wasn’t due to go off until 5:40.
As you probably guessed, I’m tired. And rambling. And counting down the hours until the weekend thanks to Jaime, who always has the countdown going.
Waking up 15 minutes early does have several pros, like being able to run farther than usual. Instead of my 4 mile run, I went 4.5 miles and tossed in several extra core exercises before heading to work.
Remember when my trainer forgot about me on Wednesday? Well yesterday she was supposed to let me know if we’d be training today or early next week. Never heard from her, and I was doing cartwheels and hand stands out of excitement. I’m on Week 10 of 12 and to be honest, I’m over this whole trainer thing. I think because I’ve started doing my own research on lifting weights via lifting websites and magazines that I really like creating my own workouts. Plus, I do love going to the gym knowing what body parts I’ll be working, whereas when Heather and I head out to the gym, that’s when I know what body part we’re working, and I never know the next move until I finish the prior move.
Never, Heather. I don’t want to come in.
I might have dreaded the workout, but it was one of my favorites yet, aside from the vertical sit-ups, where I wanted to puke my mid-morning snack up on her face, and the “jump pull-ups to box burpee to push-up to box jump to jump pull-up.” Get why I hate it?
I feel really awesome right now after that workout and I’m glad I didn’t wuss out and tell her today didn’t work. Plus, only 2 more visits with her and then I’m a free bird! I deserve a crown.
I came back and was famished, so I went for a peanut butter and jelly Quest Bar with PB2 on top with a side of the remnants from last night’s veggie roast.
All I know is that I’m going to be very worried if I get last night’s asparagus farts. Most volatile farts I’ve ever smelt. Never eat asparagus with your crush,and only with your boyfriend/husband if he loves you in all of your smelly glory.
Jen, this one’s for you, because I finally found a Quest Bar that I won’t buy again. The pb&j Quest Bar came in at 210 calories (40-50 more calories than the average bar), and it wasn’t even spectacular.
Oh, and it’s my coworker’s birthday tomorrow so Nichole, our coworker who also has her own bakery business on the side, brought in various cupcakes to celebrate.
This bad boy has been staring me down since 8:15 am. Help me.
Boston Cream – Vanilla Cake with Bavarian Cream and a Chocolate Fudge Frosting. Now I’m extremely thankful for my workout with Heather today!
I ate the frosting and the cream filling. Who wants the cake?