MTB

I’m working on gettin’ my beach bod on so I can get my tan on while I’m gettin’ my pina colada on in Aruba over the week of Christmas.  I’m so excited, I can’t contain my excitement mostly because I’ll be spending six days with my little baby Jonah.  Why six days, you say?  Because this sucker has to go back to work for ONE DAY on Friday the week of Christmas because of some poor vacation planning, which, of course, I am not to blame since these vacations are sort of sprung on us last minute.

Between me, my brother, my mom, and my dad, Jonah’s parents will get zero time with him, if we are lucky.  As my mom says, “Oh, my baby Jonah!”

Here’s Jonah, my cutie:

Let me get back to the subject at hand.  Beach bod.

I’ve been trying to get in shape for my trip to Aruba so I set up my bike trainer and will be doing yoga 2x a week, running 2x a week and biking 2x a week.  Additionally, I’m really trying to watch what I eat.

So, how much do you think I’ve stuck to my schedule?  I’m 0 weeks for 1.

I am a sucker for “daybreakers”, which is the Minnesotan term for breakfast sandwiches (I think?).  I’d never heard it before I lived here.  So, after a a whole week of eating yogurt and fruit in the mornings, I decided to give myself a break and indulge.  Then, we headed to Burger Jones for lunch — a group of coworkers and I — and of course I had to get a bacon cheeseburger:

Check out that “White Trash Burger”.  Only in Minnesota. . .

I got home from work and I got a text from my friend, Steve, inviting me to a Timberwolves game for that night.  I had already changed into my gym clothes and after some back and forth I had to decline and be a good girl and go to the gym and prep for the small dinner party I was hosting the following day.

At the gym, I realized I had forgotten my hair-tie (can’t be running with your hair wild and loose) so I asked the sales rep/trainer dude for a rubber band.  He says to me, “You’ve got some dedication coming to the gym at 10 to 7 on a Friday night!”  Yeah, well that’s a result of a combo of things — prepping the beach bod, breaking up with my bf, and no Friday night plans.  (Although Curtis and I used to go to the gym together on Friday nights all the time).

As I was walking out, that same dude said, “You made it!  Great job.”

Me:  “Yeah! And now I’m so hungry.”

Dude: “Well, now you can go and eat ANYTHING you want.”

Haha, well, little does he know that I already ate what I wanted all day.  Can I still eat anything I want?

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