Biggest Loser, Bathing Suit Season and Vegan Cookies
Well hello there. The puppy woke me up before my alarm this morning with her digging. In the past few nights she’s gotten through the entire night without peeing in her crate, and I figured the sound of scratching meant that pee was imminent, so I crawled out of bed, put on Aaron’s robe, and took the dogs out. The puppy went first, and then it was Hugo’s turn. Have I told you that our dog Hugo is an asshole?
He ran directly to my elderly neighbor’s doorstep. I called, quietly seeing as how the sun wasn’t fully up yet, and he wouldn’t budge. He just sat on her doorstep, staring back at me. So I trudge through the 45 degree dewy grass in my bare feet and oversized robe (not to mention disheveled hair and glasses), grab his collar, and look up to see Ms. Beverly, her adult son, and a baby staring back at me through a glass storm door. I mumbled something in the form of an apology and “I don’t even know what time it is”, to which I hear a cheerful “It’s 6:45!” echoing back through the glass. I marched Hugo back to our doorstep and went inside to find that not only was I indeed up thirty minutes earlier than usual, but that there was no coffee. NO COFFEE. So I threw on some clothes and ran to get some coffee beans.
I went to bed last night absolutely exhausted. I was very anxious all day at work, and I couldn’t figure out why, so I went to a weight lifting class at 4:45. I barely lifted at all last week, so I was due a couple of sore days this week. I planned on staying for a 5:45 spin class in order to get some intervals in too, especially since it was SUPPOSED to storm yesterday (of course it didn’t) and I didn’t think I’d be able to ride outside. After spin class, I did some more weights for abductors and adductors, hard muscles to target just doing squats and lunges, and then realized that an abs class was getting ready to start. So I went to the abs class and did crunches for 30 minutes. 2.5 hours later I was done working out and STARVING.
I had dinner with a friend, then went home, watched a couple episodes of an HBO show with Aaron (can’t remember the name) and fell asleep on the couch. What a joy I must be to be married to!
“Hey Honey, how was your day? Yeah? Let’s watch a Netflix. What are your plans for tomorr….zzzzzzzz.”
Biggest Loser airs on Tuesday nights, so that means I can listen to it at work on Wednesday. Ah, I love BL. It’s such a weird obsession. I’m fascinated that people can lose 10 lbs in a week, hell I’m fascinated that people can lose 145 lbs in 15 weeks! I love seeing what workouts the trainers have them doing (note: need to get a Bosu), and it’s so gratifying to see the actual changes in the contestants from the beginning of the show to where they are now. I’m also really curious as to how they do it. I mean, wouldn’t you like to know more about the day-to-day on the Ranch? How many times a day do they work out? Is there secretly a chef cooking spa food for them for every meal?
The other side of the fascination is seeing that 175 lbs really doesn’t look bad on some people (talking women specifically) especially when they used to weigh 275. It’s nice to have a little perspective like that. Which takes me to my next point, Bathing Suit Season. This weekend I’m going to the beach with the CnD ladies from Chicago, and I will be sporting a bathing suit, not for swimming purposes, but for evening out the tan line purposes. See, this past weekend when Aaron and I rode 75 miles to the Peaks of Otter and back, I liberally applied sunscreen (SPF 30) to my arms and legs before leaving. I wore a sleeveless triathlon jersey, knowing that it was going to be pretty warm out, and after I got out of my post-ride shower I had the gret misfortune of seeing my back in the mirror. I had missed my shoulder blades, and now have a horrible sunburn in crescent moon shapes (with craters made of fingerprints) on my back. LOVELY.
Finally, onto the Vegan cookies. I weigh in on Friday before I head down to the beach, so of course that means that WW will be the furthest thing from my mind this weekend, ’cause I’m a Monday – Friday afternoon dieter (thank God I have more discipline than that when it comes to working out. Imagine if I was just a Monday-Friday afternoon athlete!). I’ve asked Amy if she’d mind bringing her recipe for Vegan Peanut Butter cookies so that we can bake while we’re at the beach. ‘Cause nothing goes better with friends and wine and sun than vegan cookie dough (we all determined that the plausibility of the cookie dough making it into the oven and actually getting baked to cookie form was pretty unlikely). Just one question… when guys go on vacation with each other do you think they plan their cookie consumption prior to departure too?
Can’t wait for this weekend! Oh, and there’s a little sprint triathlon next weekend that I’m all signed up and registered for. 60 degree lake water, here I come!
