I’m alive! I’m really alive! … and feeling pretty good about everything too!
Things aren’t always easy, but I can truly say I’m so glad when the going is tough, I have prep to fall back on. There is just something about the routine, the results, the structure…. whatever it is, it just makes life feel more normal when things are far from normal ya know?
… Probably not, but it’s okay, it makes sense in my head and that’s what matters right?
On the prep front, I’m feeling awesome. I’m finally in the same city as my camera charger… and remembered to bring my camera to change so progress pics have been taken. I feel like that should get it’s own post though, so for now you get a classic blog mirror photo.
I feel like there is just… way to much to cover so my iphone gallery is going to explode on the blog and we’ll go from there.
Like I said, my kitchen scale died. Very very momentarily had a tear in my eye until I went to Walmart.
This fancy ass bamboo scale was on sale for $18 at Walmart instead of the usual FORTY. It’s pretty, lightweight AND measures ML! I don’t know how it works, but it does. Bye bye measuring cups for my morning juice. WOO!
In other news at 6:30 Sunday morning I was woken up from my couch slumber by an (almost) three year old poking me in the shoulder.
Offering homemade waffles Saturday night to him for breakfast seemed good… until I realized it meant 6:30am… after sleeping like garbage on the couch.
After plopping the batter in my waffle iron I went all MacGyver on the coffee pot. Mom only buys those folgers pre-pack coffee filled filters. Blech. Enter google and a roll of paper towel.
FYI: This works and PC brand candy cane coffee still rocks my socks.
…. As does being told my random waffles rock
Best aunt ever right? Making homemade waffles… before coffee… when I can’t even taste a bite.
I know, I know… I’m fantastic
So if you hadn’t figured it out yet, this should be a dead give away where I am.
Yes, I’m at the parentals.
Mom set up her mini christmas village. Fritz was… intrigued but a little afraid?
I was truly expecting mayhem when the decorations started coming out. He was really chill…. Until the tree showed up.
… Maybe he was refering to me. The Mr T wanna be decorating it though?!
All in all… he was… and is… really just uninterested. Maybe because it’s a fake tree? Maybe because he’s more mature than I give him credit for? Who really knows, but this is about the extent of his tree adventures.
Otherwise… I’ve been taking care of some… stuff… Wrapping presents and spending a ton of time with the family. You know, normal Christmas stuff!
Prep is really really really going well. I’m hoping to pop up to Fredericton to meet and train with the team sometime this week or next week. Kind of excited about that. Mostly because it’s fueled by JavaMoose?!
I am starting to prep for Christmas dinner, I’m doing dessert (Gillian has offered me “all the money in her bank account” to make the same pie as Thanksgiving) and making rolls. I actually get to enjoy Christmas dinner as a “normal person” as per my coach and I’m of excited/nervous/pumped about this fact. Weighing out 3oz of this and 50g of that and eating at exact times has it’s time and place… I don’t think Christmas day is that place.
I’m glad my coach agrees.
As for my gym here in the hometown, it’s FREEZING. Like bitter cold inside (… and outside).
I just don’t get it. I actually left my sweater on when I got there today and didn’t take it off until I was a few sets in. I HATE even wearing a tshirt or sleeves of any sort while I workout, so this felt weird… but at least i looked 80’s cute?
I find it so weird to see that photo and actually think… I look tiny… for December!
Oh offseason. I don’t miss you and the belly, the bloat or the blahness at all.
The boobs I miss. But yeah… I knew that was temporary too. Oh well
Happy Monday folks!