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So there I am! Living it up in my 30-somethings with a ridiculously hot hubby, 3 seriously outgoing matter-of-fact smart beautiful kids, a cat named Roxii that just won't quit, 2 chihuahuas named Lokii (what was I thinking) and Brodii who don't understand the concept of pee outside.

I'm a strongly opinionated, outspoken, inappropriate and absolutely unapologetic chick going through this thing called life and trying to do it with my sanity intact. So far, this isn't working out so well!

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Sit on my ass Saturday

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That's what today should be officially called every Saturday.

I really thought after getting all 5k'd yesterday I would be up and at it this morning doing something. Instead I got my fat ass out of bed, dressed and went to the kitchen...and proceeded to make soup. It's the kind that takes all morning to make and all day to cook.

But did I stop there?

Nope! After the soup (which my husband is so overly thankful for -- it's his fav) I decided to get the chocolate chip cookies made that I have been telling the kids I was going to make for 3 days too. Totally productive

After getting in 17,000 and some steps yesterday along with the running/jogging/walking 5k I was sore. I'm still a little sore today as well. Someone I managed to convince myself that I did so good yesterday that today I deserved a break.

Why do I allow myself to do this?!

Feeling guilty from munching on some cookies I took hubby up on the offer to go to the batting cages to practice my shit hitting for tomorrow's game. If I'm lucky I might actually hit the ball and get to run a few bases. Stranger things have happened.

R messaged me and said she missed me at the gym this morning and that it was legs day. Ahhh hello, did you not get the memo that said I'm a completely unmotivated lazy tool so if you don't ASK I sure as hell am not going to get it done on my own.

Again, my goal is to get back to loving it. Loving it so much that I just have to have it every single day. As soon as I have a reason not to go I won't.

Tomorrow is baseball. Championship games too. Best 2 out of 3.

Anyone else watched a fish jump tank and flop around on the ground? Yeah...that's what I look like trying to run with all this extra me hanging around.

*Barf*

So don't want to do it.