I was thinking that we should come up with a term for when bloggers go A-WOL. You know, like the Amber Alert but with a different color of course. Fushia? Magenta? Puce?
A Puce Alert?
Think on it and let me know.
Anyways, I haven't been absent for any particular reason, other than I have nothing creative or core shaking to share...and I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS. So rather than bore you, I just blog stalk. So carry on.
Let us see. Anything to share?
I pooped in the Gulf of Mexico once.
I will save that story for one day when we meet in person and you want me to regail you with such tales.
My favorite new magazine is Oxygen. It is a women's fitness magazine for women who really work out. Like, the girls in it all have muscles (not scary man muscles), and the there are tons of articles on different workouts, foods, etc. I get so tired of Shape and Self, that are more like a "athletic light" version of Cosmo. So if you see Oxygen on the newsstands, pic it up.
I have been doing pretty good on watching my food intake and upping my cardio during circuit. I have added squat jumps (hateful things), jumping lunges (hateful things part duex), plie jumps, bouncing with a twist, etc. I do cardio at every other station. I am also trying to focus on building my back and chest a little more. If I am going to have sad little low hanger boobies, they might as well be hanging off a solid pec muscle.
And I am obsessed with my back muscles. Sometimes...just sometimes...I catch a glimpse of them in a mirror and I am sad that I cannot lick them.
All this increased cardio has me sweating like a BEAST during circuit. It's awesome.
Hey, I mowed the grass this weekend. (claps)
And I did it in just shorts and a sports bra. GASP! Now I don't have a stomach like Catherines...and I try not to inflict the general public with my midsection...but it was hot and I said WHAT THE HELL! Also occuring whilst mowing...I was yanking the push mower in a momentary lapse of adulthood (aka pouting) and rammed it into my port. I thought "would that be awesome if I injured my port MOWING GRASS".
I am entirely jealous of Gilly and LapbandGal because they are celebrities. Also, Lapband Gal went to a pole dancing class, and we don't have those here in Pensacola...but sweet mother of titty tassles...if we did...I would SO be on it. And by it...I mean the pole.
So, I am not going to Chicago BUT...the other day as I was blow drying my hair I thought of something. If I WAS going to Chicago, I think all of us should pose in our underwear and bra and have someone take a picture. You know, like the Dove commercials where they have women of all shapes and sizes pose? It would be awesome. All of us loving our bodies no matter what the size. So, if you still want to do it SANS me...go for it. I will just be jealous.
One last thing. Do you know when you are referring to someone in your blog, like another blogger, that linking their name with a hyperlink to their blog is superbeneficial for that blog? It increases your chances of coming up in a google search, etc. So if you have the chance...try to link. It takes a little time, but it's kinda blog karma.
Happy Humpday humpers!