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Martini Madness is Right

Food:

  • Jimmy Dean turkey sausage biscuit w/ grapefruit and brown sugar
  • Luna Bar
  • 3 extra large martinis
  • bar nuts, cheese platter, Thai Chicken Flatbread

Exercise:

  • 50 toe pushups
  • 50 situps (25 crunches, 25 v-ups)
  • Saturday Scrimmage

Yeah, so I hit up Saturday Scrimmage yesterday because I hate Body Pump and the Spin instructor was the marimba lady.  It was fun, but also frustrating, as per usual.  I tried being “YODA” instead of “R2D2” and that was a disaster.  Try Not, Do. Or Do Not.  My ass.  So today to avoid further disaster I’ll just be R2D2 today.  Which makes me really sad.  Whatever.

We’ve been practicing flippy-spinny stuff to break out as a jammer.  I’ve now applied the move thrice to blocking.  “Oh, you think you’re in front of me, jammer?” Flip.  “How you like me now, bitch?”  Granted yesterday it landed me in the penalty box (high block.)  Didn’t feel anybody’s face on me anywhere, so whatevs.  I was “shiny” yesterday.  That’s what I get for showing up at Saturday Scrimmage, I guess.  *Sigh.*  Hopefully my shininess doesn’t extent to today, because that would royally blow.

So then Tim and I went to Union Bistro in Castle Rock for $5 Martini Saturdays.  Oh, I enjoyed that.  A lot.  They bring the shaker and pour your martini at the table, which basically means you get two martinis in one.  😀  I had “The Martini” (Dirty Vodka,) “Acid Rain” (Citrus Vodka, midori, lime and cherry), and a “Black Pearl” (Pearl Vodka, Blackberry Infusion, & lime).  All delicious.  Not as good as the “Ruby Red Slipper” I favor at Siena‘s, but the ambiance more than made up for staring at a wall at Siena’s, sooo….  I’ll live.

Then Tim and I argued the benefits of a 5:15pm movie, or an 8:45pm movie.  He wanted to nap prior to the movie.  I told him if I went to sleep, that would be it for the night.  He won.  I passed out, and at 8:00ish when he tired to get me up had a pounding throbbing horrible headache and wouldn’t do it.  So Tim went to the movie alone and I slept.  Which probably turned out good on my calorie count, since sleeping kept me from eating.  (Friday was such a food disaster.)

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I’m gonna need a real cheat day soon. Like, a stuff my face and get wasted cheat day.

Food: 2054/1801

  • Jimmy Dean Honey Wheat Canadian Bacon Egg White sammie, coffee, creamer
  • apple, banana
  • Greek Yogurt Chicken Salad Sandwich on wheat, VitaRain Sport, Yoplait Greek w/ Fruit and Granola
  • Triscuits.  Salad w/ Greek Yogurt & Red Wine Vinegar dressing
  • Chicken Salad Sammie on Sourdough, Red Wine, 1% milk

Exercise:

  • Reilly Walk
  • Leslie Spin of Death

Damn it.  I’m really bummed.  I forgot to log that fruit/yogurt yesterday during the day, so I thought I was under on calories and I drank my wine like a victory toast.  Savored every last drop.  Turns out it put me over.  Grrr.  And those triscuits.  I got home from school and ate a salad–which I managed to use my own advice to dress (I blended Red Wine Vinegar w/ Greek Yogurt–not super creative, but I was huuungry.)  But then I wanted to jam on some Doritos.  Like.  Real bad.  And Tim has had the pantry stocked with Doritos for months and I have eaten none.  None, I say!!!  So I ate a few triscuits.  So not the same, but it sort of satisfied the urge.  Still–freaking 160 calories for 6 crac–aawwww CRAP.  Fitbit only logged one triscuit.  Who eats one triscuit?  Argh.  Now I’m even more over.  😥  Shouldn’t have had the wine or the milk.  Ugh.  Anyway.  Triscuits.  Not quite Doritos.  And six, not quite stuffing my face.  I realize I had an enjoyable cheese cheat date last week, but… Ima need a junk food one soon, too.  Blergh.

Spin Class.  I’ve become a Leslie stalker.  I’ve gone to her every class since the first one I attended a few weeks ago.  Yesterday, just like Die said they would  be, my right hamstring was pretty tight. Same one where the knee/groin/hip has been bothering me.  Spinning was a ‘lil tough yesterday.  And–it was all climbing/lots of weight on the wheel–no sprinting.  Basically the class of death.  Death, I say!!!  😉 It was awesome.  I did it all.  And I sweat like a pig the whole time.  And when it was over, I had that Jello-feeling Sunny mentioned for a brief moment (I think I only noticed b/c Sunny mentioned it the other day) and it was Bliss.  🙂  So glad I went.  Oh–also–super hottie totally sat right next to me.  And before class I happened to be texting Blew, so of course I text her about that (he was totally her type–big.  Ripped. “Corn-fed.”)  And then I had this shit-eating grin on my face and was giggling like a child and Leslie said “something you’re happy about, Linds?” Uhhh… nope.  :D:D 😀  Anyway, it was amusing.  Oh–and I totally bike kicked his ass.  Haha.  (As I dripped sweat all over my bike and myself.)  Being married definitely has its perks.  Handsome boy sits next to me when I’m all sweaty and smelly?  I don’t give a shit.  I’m not trying to impress anybody.  It’s great.

Lastly–my hips were a popping all night last night again.  😦  They did not on Monday, I thought b/c of Die’s class.  Now I’m wondering if it had to do w/ my pillow/sleeping situation.  I am allowed two pillows.  One for my head, and one to hug and smother and lay on top of. (But in the summer Tim tries to make me lose that one, too.)  I’d really like a third to nestle along my backside, but Tim says no.  😦  Well, Monday, I came home to a third pillow and just left it there…  So I was more on my back with the pillow under me, and my huggle snuggle pillow on top of me, with my head pillow under my head.  (If I were cool like Quentin, I’d draw a diagram, but this, alas, is not Chickpeas and Hulahoops.)

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