Monday is a Biiiitch

Assbag. HAH. Monday is the worst day ever. On the bright side, I wouldn't enjoy Fridays if it wasn't for that bitch Monday.

Lay off the caffeine pills you speed freak!

This weekend I took my little pupperface Sophie to some parks and enjoyed some fresh air! We had a semi-decent walk. She is not a very good walking partner. She is what you would call reactive. Well you would probably call her a pain in the ass, but our puppy trainers previously told us she is reactive. Basically that is a fancy word for she is a ball of excitement and she just can't hide it. Just call her Jesse Spano. She barks and spins and her hair stands on end and she has no interest in listening to us, her pet parents. This makes walking difficult, as you can imagine! My dream when we finally got a dog after years of begging the hubs was that I would get a little pup to go on long walks with me and we'd just stroll down the street, just puppy and me! *cue corny 50's music*

Ideal Situation

What really happens:

There are no pictures to fully describe her craziness

This summer there will be more clicker training and counter conditioning and someday maybe she'll be my dream walking partner. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the treadmill in the basement watching Pretty Little Liars. Today I went farther than I have before at 1.5 miles! Believe me, I understand if this is unimpressive to you. I was super stoked at my distance and then my husband who has never used the treadmill before in his life jumped on up and did 1 mile on speed 8 in 10 minutes. Really dude? Reallllllly?

Today I did make myself proud for getting back up on that treadmill. Also for dinner I made some grilled chicken and veggies and it was really good. I think I did good today overall! Not good enough as I sit here and watch The Biggest Loser finale. Go newly skinny minnies! Damn these people barely resemble their old selves! *applause*

Well that pain in that ass pupperface is ringing her bells, that's my signal to jet.

Peace,
T

Edited to add a cute picture of Sophie and my hubs today at a park:

Motivation

Hello party people! I absolutely did not want to get out of bed this morning. Especially not at 6:30 AM when my alarm started buzzing. I've been working on changing my sleep patterns so that I can drag my ass out of bed now that I've adjusted going to bed before 1:00 AM or whatever ridiculous time my body decided it was beyond exhausted. I'm on day 2 of early rising and not so shabby. This morning though, ugh. Probably because I didn't sleep well. It was a light-toss and turning kind of night. I've been super hot at night which I think is from puppy body heat. Because I'm ridiculous, I'd rather sleep with no blanket than no puppy, but it evens out. Freezing legs, burning lava hot torso.

Do you want to know what finally made me wake up and throw my logs (or legs) onto that floor and make myself get up?

Yes. B E Y O N C E. I honestly woke up and thought, "What would Beyonce do?" Doesn't everyone ask themselves that in tough situations? No? Liars! Seriously though, her Superbowl performance spoke to me! She is who she is. She's a bad ass. She gets up and shake it, no apologies! Not that she has anything to apologize for. She's beautiful and strong and confident. Imagine if you woke up everyday and gave the world 10% of that performance. Anyways- thinking about what Beyonce would do motivated me to get off my lazy ass. Beyonce would not be Beyonce if she slept in for an extra hour everyday just because. I should say Sasha Fierce, because that's who performed at the Superbowl but you get the drift.

I mean imagine, everyday, even just 10% of this:

(BTW, this is supposedly from her 'nip slip' I see nothing, people are such haters.)

So I will continue to wake up early and walk on that treadmill for however far my little short hobbit legs can carry me and dream of one day being as bad ass as Beyonce, Sasha Fierce, Ms. Carter if your nasty! 

Peace & Love,

T