Its working out…

So today I realized that this whole working out thing is not as horrible as I expected it to be. By no means am I ever looking forward to going to the gym, but I finally have some elevated energy. That was my main goal, to have more energy. Lately I have just been exhausted when I get home from work, and I didn’t like that.

I thought I was busy before, but now I feel like I am never home and the state of my home is a good indication of that. This week has been a flurry of getting a trainer, having her pinch me with the fat-measurer-thingy, doing a bazillion squats (my thighs still burn), cardio, zumba, and tonight the torture of my upper arms is on the schedule. Oh and that nazi is making me write down every single thing I put into my mouth, so please do not eat chocolate in front of me or flaunt your Route 44 Dr. Pepper in front of me, oh how I miss you, Dr. Pepper. I miss the taste of real Dr. Pepper, not Diet Dr. Pepper bc who wants to drink something that tastes like candy? blech.

Needless to say, I am off my rump and hopefully it will start to shrink soon!

SO ANNOYING!

From time to time I will post a blog about something that continually annoys me. This is the first one, which happens to me almost every day.

I have 5 extra minutes and either forgot to eat breakfast or need some caffeine. The only stop on my side of Council Road between daycare and work is Sonic. So I pull in, and the Sonic lady says “Welcome to Sonic how may I help you?” And I say, “Good morning. I would like a breakfast burrito with salsa please. That’s all, thanks!” to which she replies, “Would you like to add tots and a drink to that?” Um HELLO. I just said “That’s all“! Meaning, that’s all I want, don’t ask me if I want to add anything on becuase if I wanted to add tots I would have said, oh please give me tots. Or, if I wanted my large Dr. Pepper to be changed to a Route 44 for just 20 cents more, you know what honey, I would have ordered a Route 44 Dr. Pepper!

I annoy myself, because I continue to go there on my way to work about 3 times a week and am always irritated by the time I get to work. Why do I do this to myself?

It must be the Sonic Ice. It has been mystified, like the Ice Queen of Narnia’s turkish delight. I bet she owns Sonic.