Twenty-Something Talk

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Today went like this and three things I'm looking forward to

4:20am wake up calls will ALWAYS piss me off. No exceptions.

My alarm goes off and I'm like:

I even consider myself to be a morning person (comparatively speaking. I definitely am not a night owl. But honestly I would just rather be asleep all the time.) 6am? I'm all over that. But anything before 5am just seems like straight up blasphemy. I mean, it's still dark. If God had intended us to be awake and doing things at that hour, you'd think he would've made arrangements for the sun to be up too. Just sayin'.

Anyways. I manged to roll out of bed, scarf down a delicious Zone bar (because chocolate inspires me) and make it to the gym in time for spin class.

From Instagram

Isn't my belly sweat so attractive? Y'ALL. Spin is freakin hard. Honestly, it feels like it's only gotten harder since my first class. How does that even make sense?! Answer: it doesn't. It absolutely mystifies me. I was so miserable for the whole class I felt like I needed to puke, pass out, and give the instructor the finger - all at the same time. Don't worry, I didn't do any of those things. However, after class was over, I did tell her that I hated her. Her response? "Aww, YAY!!" Um, no, you adorably fit and lovable woman, I don't think you're understanding me.

I crawled out of class and came back home and ~~collapsed~~ showered and then made an executive decision not to do my hair because really I can't be expected to exercise AND look presentable all in one day. Don't be ridiculous people. When I got to work I totally forgot that I had to run to Staples to drop off some presentations to be bound, which is where the best/most creepy/most awesome/most bizarre event of my day occurred.

While I was standing in line at Staples, an old man said he'd bet me a penny that he could kiss me on the cheek without touching me. I said I'd take that bet. He grabbed me, kissed me on the cheek, tossed me the penny and said "I lose!" Touché, old man. At least I've got a penny to show for it.

From Instagram

Yep...that happened.

Once I got over that, I headed home to get ready for my weekly Wednesday night dinner with the Tater Tot.

(Refer back to this post if you are wondering why he as listed as "Booty Call." Spoiler alert: I had nothing to do with it.)

I know what you're thinking. Taylor is one lucky man. I mean, the yoga pants are one thing, but throw in dinner with a "tipsy off $2.99 Trader Joe's cabernet" girlfriend? PRICELESS.

I may not be too much to look at, but I did make one heck of a delicious dinner.

Crock-pot barbeque pineapple chicken

I fell in love with this recipe after I realized that it wouldn't require me to make an extra trip to the grocery store because I already had all of the ingredients at home. Um, SOLD. I made ours pretty much exactly like the recipe, and served it over brown rice with some steamed broccoli. It was sooooo delicious and easy.

Plus, I got to use my new Pampered Chef goodies! The boil over no more was freakin' awesome because I didn't have to watch the rice at all, I just let it boil for 10 minutes. And I used the micro-cooker to steam my broccoli perfectly in five minutes. (Yes, I realize that sounded like a scripted commercial. And no, I don't sell Pampered Chef, I am just really obsessed with it.)

Come on guys, that's pretty cool.

And lastly, the 3 Things I'm Looking Forward to:

1-Breakfast

2-Lunch

3-Dinner

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The most annoying run of all time and it's been WAY too long

Five days to be exact. Five days since I'd had fro-yo. Unacceptable. That changed tonight.

Don't mind if I do.

You know how I like to pretend like I'm a fairly active and healthy person? Yeah, that's a big fat lie. Cause this is what I had for lunch...

But the thing is you aren't allowed to judge because when On the Border emails you and is like "Hey Natalie, ditch that spreadsheet and come join us for some free cheese and stuff" you just do it. Because saying no is rude.

I'm just now catching up on last week's Grey's Anatomy and am I the only one who is really really loving seeing Peyton Sawyer in those navy blue scrubs???? I mean, One Tree Hill meshing with Grey's?! It's like ABC has been reading my diary.

Hell to the yes.

(PS: Someone remind me to re-watch all the seasons of One Tree Hill. You know, in my spare time.)

Y'all last night I had the most annoying run of all time. No, I wasn't tired. No, my legs didn't hurt. No, my lungs didn't feel like they were going to explode...

It was THIS:

You stupid, worthless, world's WORST excuse for a "ponytail holder."

Somehow, I got to the gym after work and this was the ONLY ponytail holder that I had in my possession. Which is ridiculous because every single other day of my life I have at least 97 pony tail holders (in every shape, sizes, and color) posing as accessories on my wrist. Tres chic, I know. Anyways, I don't know how in the hell this happened, but that one measly, might as well have been a piece of floss did the absolute CRAPPIEST job of keeping my hair up. Like so crappy I plan on writing a letter to the manufacturer. Yes, I think I'll do that while I'm re-watching One Tree Hill.

Anyways, I literally had to run while simultaneously re-doing my ponytail every single quarter mile for FOUR MILES. That is approximately 16 pony tail adjustments. While running. Not easy folks. Not easy. Lesson learned here: throw at least a dozen pony tail holders into each and every bag/purse/pocket you possess. Just in case. Then I went to BodyPump which was awesome and almost killed me but then this song came on during the biceps track and it pumped me up and I somehow managed to survive.

(Note to self: MUST add to next race day playlist.)

Now I'm off to yet another embarrassingly early bed time because I'm forcing myself back to yet another 5am spin class. Because 5am isn't enough of a challenge on it's own.

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

Sunday, May 12, 2013

I'm the strongest person I know.

Technically this is a weekend recap, but I actually have like 900 things to tell you and it's comin' at ya in no particular order whatsoever so READY LET'S GO!

After the 5k Thursday night, I took Friday off so that I could spend a little time with my friend Alli (featured in my Katy Trail 5k photo dump post). We slept in till about 8:30, treated ourselves to massages (AMAZING) and then to an incredible breakfast at Another Broken Egg Cafe.

I would now like to introduce you to the most incredible invention of all time that also happens to be the only thing I have ever ordered off this menu....THE BACADO OMELETTE.

The bacado omelette is filled (stuffed full really) with bacon, pepper jack cheese, a TON of avocado, and served with a side of yummy salsa. I just about died. The omelette is massive so Alli and I split it and ordered an extra english muffin and potatoes to round out our breakfast. It was really just the most delicious thing ever and writing about it right now is only making really upset and disappointed thinking about the boring breakfasts I will have to endure until I return to Another Broken Egg again. I really don't know how I will survive. Good thing I'm not dramatic.

That afternoon Taylor and I headed to Stephenville for our friend Andy's graduation. Taylor and Andy grew up just a couple houses down from each other and have been BFFs for approximately one million years. He is basically really awesome and I love him a ton. Friday night we had dinner with his family and then went back to his house to celebrate.

After a verrry fun and celebratory Friday night,we woke up bright and early Saturday morning for graduation.

After graduation, we headed back to Andy's house for a little graduation lunch/cookout with his family (aka my favorite people in the entire world). I didn't take a picture of my lunch but I can tell you it consisted of about 17 hot dogs and nearly an entire bag of potato chips and french onion dip. And no vegetables. But I did eat a chocolate covered strawberry. As you can imagine, my nutritious lunch led to an intense food coma. So after an amazing little nap, Taylor and I headed out and onto our next stop...

Ooops. I have no idea how this picture got in there. That is most certainly NOT my chocolate xtreme blizzard. I mean I don't even like chocolate. Okay fine I'm lying. But you pass approximately 72 Dairy Queens on the way back from Stephenville to Fort Worth and if that's not a sign then I don't know what is.

Anyways, off we went to dinner with one of Taylor's old college roommates (Brian) and his family (who also happen to be my boss and coworker. It's complicated, just try to keep up.) I don't know why I didn't snap a picture of dinner. But it was kindove amazing and since there are no pictures, you're just going to have to take my word for it. However I did get a picture of Taylor trying to dig a dog bone out from under the couch. The puppies were only trying to help.

After all the fun Saturday, I passed out hard that night and woke up this morning ready for the first weekend run of my Jalapeno Half training plan.

Sportin my new gear AKA what may be the most comfortable race t-shirt EVERR.

This was a great easy run that also gave me a rude awakening back into running outside. It was about 67 degrees for this run and I was covered in sweat by the time I finished. I don't know how I'm going to survive summer without melting into a puddle. Anyways, I didn't really have a plan for my run, but it ended up being an almost perfect progression run. I started off with about a 9:20 pace and ended on an 8:40. Aside from being hot, it was great!

After I got back from my run this morning, I hopped in the shower and got ready to head home for Mother's Day lunch.

LOVE my mom!

All the lovely "moms" in my life!

Oh and PS I win daughter of the year for best mother's day gift EVER.

After partying with all the moms I had to head back to reality because I haven't grocery shopped or done laundry in approximately 2 weeks. Adult FAIL.

But then I redeemed myself. I'm sure you are wondering why I titled this post "I'm the strongest person I know" when we are all perfectly aware of my thoughts on strength training and heavy lifting in general (EFF it I say). The reason is....

LOOK WHAT I FOUND AT TARGET TONIGHT!

Y'all I nearly peed myself.

I spent a good 45 minutes in the frozen goods aisle just staring...then opening the door...then closing the door...then walking away...then walking back. Repeat 17 times. But in the end, I did not buy the ice cream. I did buy all this grown up crap though.

I have never exercised so much self control in my life. See that y'all? GROWTH. Well, does it still count as growth if I plan on going back and getting it tomorrow? No? Oh well.

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat