Friday, September 19, 2014

Hip Hop Abs Day 3

Ab Sculpt

You know for a standing working, this really gets into the abba dabbas.  Got a feeling I will have a hard time sitting up tomorrow morning.

But it's all good because how can you not just go for it when you're working out with Shaun T.  He just seems like somebody you'd have a lot of fun hanging out with.  Somebody that would never make you feel bad when you're not good at something new.  His husband is a lucky guy.

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

PiYo Day 22


So, a 5K and some sneaky assed allergies grabbed a hold of me for a bit, but I got back on it today.  

"Sweat" kicked my butt again today, but my balance has definitely improved, which means my core muscles and my ankles have improved.  So it was not the beat down I was expecting.

and now after 2 days off I shall go into work with a positive outlook, get as much done as I can in 4 hours and then forget about it for another day.

It's all a means to and end ya'll.

Sweat hard and go live this year on purpose.  (and get some Halloween decorations, cause before long the stores will just by pass it all together)


Monday, September 15, 2014

More Things I Really Want To Say at Work

To the little slightly goth (and at her age) lady that screamed out, "Jesus Christ!"  When she saw that there was only 5 pieces of chicken in the display....  "We have some fresh just pulled up, it will be OOOO Kaaaay, no need to invoke the lord down on us."
Oh wait I actually did say that.  But still, it will be ooooo kaaaaay.

And I want to say thanks to the index card box in my head that holds my mouth shut while my brain thumbs it for a  polite way to say, "Get the frolic out of my bakery, bitch."  When some broad comes barreling full on in, cart and all, demanding for her doughnuts to be marked down.  I went with, "you need to have a hair net on if you're going to be back here," instead.  The "bitch" was silent but implied.

Not actually something I want to say at work, but what is it with old ladies and white pants and no undies.  Or are they wearing nude undies?  But seriously, do you learn some special secret in your late fifties that magically controls crotch sweat when it's one hundred and eleventy thousand degrees outside in the summer time and they just can't help but exploit it?

"Ma'am, I need you to take out your phone, go to your browser and pull up  Now I need you to look up the word racist, because I don't think it means what you think it means."

Sweat hard folks and go live this life on purpose.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

First Color Run

Ok, yeah, I am seriously introverted.  So, when I got to the color run today and saw all of the people hanging out and talking I damned near had a panic attack.

I wasn't totally sure if I had been signed up and I didn't know where to go to find out.

Then the shirt was a Large instead of an Extra Large, it fit, but it didn't give me the "hiding from the world" space that I do adore in a T-Shirt.

Then the BF finally got me situated, but he was one of the people working at the run so he left me for like 15 minutes in the middle of a giant crowd of people and the 2 people I actually spoke to looked at me like I was some sort of zombie freak.  Yeah not helping folks.

Once it started everything was fine, I dealt with my stupid left shoe trying to cut my foot off before the first lap was over and decided to just suck it up...

Then there was the finish line.  I had gotten ahead of a pack of tu-tu wearing 20 somethings and to my horror I was crossing the finish line completely alone and with nobody within in 200 yards in front of of behind me....and there were about a hundred people crowded around the finish line, and they were cheering and I seriously was about to take a detour around the entire building to get to my car rather than get anywhere near that mob.

Seriously, I may need meds for this shit.

Sweat hard folks, and watch the kids with the green chalk, they'll get it straight down your shirt.


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

PiYo Day 16 (and 17)

Buns and Core

It's another Twofer Tuesday today so I'm hitting up Buns and Core.  I was pleasantly surprised with Buns.  I hate working legs because of knee issues and balance issues and lately foot issues.  But this one wasn't horrible.  I'm sure it's one of those sneaky workouts that I'm going to feel tomorrow and that will get harder the more I learn about form.  But today I'm satisfied that I didn't embarrass myself too badly.

It was my third try at Core, my second most hated thing to work.  I'm getting better.  I'm still not really seeing much change anywhere but my biceps, but I'm getting more determined to stick to the program and hit it every day.  By the way, the biceps are getting stupid hard.

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose.


Monday, September 1, 2014

Things You Learn

The markdown gun in the bakery, makes  you hot.  Seriously, every body in the store will follow you anywhere.

Most of life is just about showing up.

Look up everything you see on Facebook at LOL

Some things that seem hard and scary aren't if you just wrench yourself out of your rut and try them.

Don't answer the phone if you really really need that day off.

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose.


Sunday, August 31, 2014

Good-Bye Tie Dyed Tank Top

It's Sunday again and it's time to purge another garment.

So, here is today's candidate for expulsion.

I bought this tank top a couple of years ago and it was 2 sizes to big even at my biggest.  It hangs down to far and exposes too much skin because it's too loose and it just generally makes me feel frumpy and messy.  I don't need stuff in my wardrobe that makes me feel bad about myself.  I have a gut to do that for me....

So, be on your way giant tie dyed tank top and take your frumpy confidence destroying bagginess with you.

Clear your closet, set yourself free....

Sweat hard, purge the things that hold you back, and go live this year on purpose.


Saturday, August 30, 2014


Before I decided to go back to school back I worked a retail job in the pet industry.  I loved the job itself.  I loved helping people find the answers they needed for their pets.  I loved helping people set up fish tanks.  I loved getting people hooked on reptiles and the occasional chinchilla.  I loved the morning routine of feeding, watering and checking up on all the animals.  As a trainer I saved lives.  Most of the dogs that end up in shelters end up there because of behavioral problems.  So, helping people learn how to train them keeps them in a forever home.

There were things I didn't like (ok hated).  There were customers that came in just because they were bored and had money and were looking for somebody to treat like shit.  I was between a career in the military that I loved and figuring out what I wanted to go to school for and I still had a car payment.  I was stuck.  I had to take their shit.  I had to argue for more hours, and since I was there I entertained the thought of getting promoted.

But as it turns out, this was not the company for me.  The store was full of gossips.  We had to be out on the floor and visible at all times, which meant there was a lot of time of not being allowed to get work down.  A lot of time where people stood around talking, and then passing it along to the rest of the store.  It turns out you can't trust anybody in retail.  Gossip, back stabbing, job stealing.  It's awful and this particular store was worse than any place I had ever been.  For the last year I was there I was absolutely miserable.  I came home every night angry and frustrated.  I worked my ass off for 3 years and even with a promotion I ended with a 1 dollar raise total.  The harder I worked the worse the bitch store manager treated me.  I hated going to work every day, but I thought I was stuck.

I finally I decided on Culinary School, or rather the shit heel I was living with suggested it.  With the GI Bill I could get paid to go to school.  Get paid more than I was making being miserable, as it turns out.

I ended up quitting a week before my notice because there came a night when I just couldn't go back.  I was actually so sick of that place and being treated like garbage that I just clocked out at then end of my Saturday night shift and I never went back.

A week later I started school and it was incredible.  I mean hell, we talked about food all day.  What could be better than that.  People listened to me when I spoke and I didn't have to kiss anybody's ass just because they had money in their pockets.  Shit yeah!

Fast forward and after moving and having to start a new degree plan.  I am putting together the last details to get into my program and I need a little cash for incidentals.  So I put out some applications and ended up working in a bakery.  Not the best idea for somebody trying drop a lot of pounds, but it's on my feet all day and constantly moving, so it balances out.

I had a lot of reservations about returning to retail.  To me it is taking a chance on getting sucked back in.  It was taking a chance on the job overshadowing my need to finish school and get a decent career.  It is also taking a chance on ending up in a miserable situation like the one at the previous store.

But my perspective is different now.  I know where I want to go.  I know what I need to do to get there.  I know that even if I lose this job, it's not the end of the world, I'll go get another gap filling job.  I can be friendly and nice to customers because I'm not going to be stuck there forever.  I don't care if I have to deal with an asshole on Sunday morning, because I can leave.  Corporate can come down and change whatever they want and make shit as complicated and stupid as they want and I'll just do it til it's time to clock out and go home.  Because at the end of the day all that matters is the paycheck and getting into my program.

And maybe a new iPod, mine died a year and a half ago and it's starting to get to me lately.  LOL

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose, even if it means 9 months in retail.


Friday, August 29, 2014

PiYo Day 15

Define:  Upper Body

yeah, didn't want to do it.  Did it anyway.  Not sure if I'm glad I did, but it will make it less easy for me to just blow if off on other days if I make it non-negotiable.

Sometimes you just gotta suck it up.

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose.


Thursday, August 28, 2014

PiYo Day 14


Two weeks down and I'm loving it!  My second crack at Core and WOW, it's tough.  It's not a totally repetitive gut buster.  You know the ones that I'm talking about, endless crunch reps that wear you out before you've really worked anything.  This one uses some standing work, because balance is all about the core and some functional moves.  Not just crunching but rather getting the whole body involved so that you use the core to move the legs and arms.  This a workout you feel tomorrow rather than today.  This if the first program I've done where I don't just absolutely dread ab day.

Sweat hard folks and go live this year on purpose.