mayhem

i woke up yesterday morning, and i was at one speed...GO. in 4 hours i did 2 loads of laundry, went to the grocery store, lost my purse, found my purse, vacuumed downstairs, cleaned the kitchen, and had my gym clothes on ready to walk out the door (this was all before 11am). when i realized i lost my purse and was slamming things around the house looking for it, butch said, "seriously, trish, you need to get it together...you are making me goddamn nuts, i'm seriously ready to crack a beer just watching you." now normally, i don't sit still for too long...i'm always doing something. however, when i'm riding the red railroad, i feel like i need to get everything done...RIGHT. NOW. butch said that he thinks i don't actually bleed from the vagina...i bleed from the brain. i was on a goddamn mission...and speaking of missions, here we are at the end of another month already. two months into the bikini mission. (yikes.) 

i will be honest, i sucked this month. although i lost another 4 pounds, i'm pretty sure i did that in the past week. between traveling to my hometown (whaddup chicken cheesesteaks and yuengling) and polish weekend (booze and kielbasa galore)...food (and beer) won. also, when we are out of town i don't work out. oh, and on date night...i'm pretty sure i consumed my body weight in guacamole (you delicious green bastard), with about 2 baskets of chips AND washed it down with margaritas and malbec. (whoopsy.) all this being said, i am definitely getting physically stronger. i can run 5 miles in about 50 minutes (without puking or passing out). i also can do 20 pushups easily (if you are laughing, this is actually a big deal). i noticed also, that because i am eating in a different way...when i do eat crap, i feel like total crap. although i still love food, i have found it's not worth it to eat junk anymore because i physically feel terrible afterwards.

anyways, i am still a long way from a bikini...trust me. however, i'm getting there. this month we don't have too much going on, so i can focus more on my fitness goals, rather than it coming second (or fifth) to everything else going on. i feel really good, and actually had to buy some new jeans. i bought my first pair of "skinny" jeans...and this is funny because a few months ago, i tried on a pair of skinny jeans and laughed myself right outta the goddamn dressing room. i still feel like my legs are two sausages stuffed in casings in these things, but they actually look decent now (or so i think). my husband still doesn't understand why i want to go to the gym, or why i eat berries rather than bacon for breakfast...but when fen was over the other day, she mentioned that he looked a little plumper than normal. (hahah!) he said, "please stop, i'm sensitive about my weight." (fen and i almost fell off of the couch laughing...whatta fool.) on to month three...and hopefully less margaritas and mayhem.

month two done.