Can I punch you in the face?

I am seriously irritated and frustrated today. This means I want to do nothing. That includes working out. The feeling that I just want to punch someone is what I am feeling. Being cranky really sucks. I’m not used to be a Debbie Downer but today… Let’s just say watch out world. I probably go suck it up and do my workout so I can blow off some steam. UGH!

There are things I really need to do that I don’t want to do at all on top of being frustrated, that frustrates me more. Like shopping for a bathing suit. I got our pool up yesterday. Enjoying it will be nice but I lack a suit. Due to weather I skated out of buying one the last time I was supposed to shop for one but now I need it. our little blue pool will be calling my name with all this heat we have had! I also need to get more pool chemicals.. that does not frustrate me, or annoy me though.

 

B**** I’m 36 months pregnant. Really?

Who pissed in my Cheerios today? So far it seems the entire world….

So I woke up today cranky as all get up. I have never been one to be a morning person so a slight amount of temporary crankiness is not all that unusual. But today, watch out. I feel like ripping the first person who looks at me sideways’ head off. I am so tired. I think I may die. Seriously! I have on average getting three and a half hours of sleep a night for a while now, so I am always tired. I am constantly sore and feel like my body does not recover from my workouts and I think this could be lack of sleep. So I am moody from the constant aches on top of my Fibromyalgia being flared up right now. I hate waking up on the wrong side of the bed. why the heck do they call it that anyhow? Wrong side? Do I have another option? Should I try to climb over the dog then over  my husband and see if that puts me in a better mood because getting to the other side of the bed is like going through an obstacle course. I don’t see that starting my day in a sunny disposition. You try it and let me know how that works out for you. Anyhow here is my morning. Woke up tired and sore, Emma was hard to get up and a pain in the butt (this is rare), the bus came early so I sent her running like a mad child to the bus stop with book bag and coat in hand. I may of just won the mom of the year award for that one. Note the sarcasm. Then I decided to try to take a nap for an hour, didn’t work two of the three cats needed cat food or they were going to die at that moment apparently. UGH.

Then I once again for the billionth time get asked if I am pregnant. No bitch I am just fat. Really?? I do not look pregnant. I may not be the size zero/one I was 15 years ago but damn. I hate this question, it started happening on a regular basis about the time of my high school reunion. My being a size 6 at the time apparently meant I was knocked up or popped out a billion babies because compared to when I was 17  I was fat. Piss off  people really. It just got worse as I got bigger. Then people would say after told I was not with child and had one x amount of time ago.. Oh you had a baby it isn’t your fault you got fat, I started modeling again weeks after giving birth. It was not that and even then I was a size 6. Whoop tee friggin do. So I was a stick figure as a child and teen. Doesn’t mean that I would of always been one. And I can tell you now. I am working my butt off to get into shape. But no way will I push myself to be a certain size or weight. Granted I have goals set, but I didn’t put them in stone.  Oh and the amount of work I have put in over the course of a year to go from a 20 to a 12 you basically mock when you ask stupid ass questions like that. The follow up question usually is after all that and I rudely tell someone I am pregnant with a hundred babies or years along in my pregnancy is how did you get so fat? None of your business, but if you must know, illness, bed rest, broken bones, surgeries, steroids, lyrica, all the fun stuff that just happens. I’m over it so why don’t you leave me alone to go sulk now that you think I am fat enough to be knocked up. Walk away before I knock you out.

Whew, I feel much better now.

Now that that is all cleared out on to something I am happy about. Nothing big I was just excited to log on last night and see that my little blog here has had over 1,000 hits. Yay!  It is not a huge deal I know but I thought it was pretty awesome.

This week I did Pump Extreme for the first time. Extreme is friggin’ right. It was one heck of a work out; 55 minutes, over 800 reps, great music, more clean and press (my favorite move), and quite a challenge. I am still feeling the burn, but in a good way. I loved the “team” effort on each track, it changed things up a bit. The only thing that was missing was Asa (she’s my favorite). The banter between Dan and Rachel cracked me up. It’s weird how personalities on a workout DVD can actually not annoy me. Most workout videos I feel the need to poke fun of the trainers or am really annoyed with the high pitched hey look I’m cheery voices or the super scary and creepy perma smiles they have. None of this with the Les Mills Pump workouts. Thank goodness!

Well, onto the rest of my day and I am not cranky anymore after my venting it out on here. I have errands to run, food to eat and workouts to do.