I got a new phone and lost my diet tracker app with the old one. I eventually found and reinstalled the app on my new phone, but I have yet to enter a single meal into it. It wasn't as if I had so drastically altered my diet in response to the calorie knowledge anyway, but it had helped to know just what I was eating and how many calories it was adding up to. For the record, I average about 2000 calories a day and I'm 6 feet tall. So I should weigh ... what? Less than I currently do, that's for sure.
I keep getting sick. It has started to worry me. I don't think I've ever been so sick so many times before. I even ran the Warrior Dash while sick just because I'm so tired of being sick and I was simply not going to let it make me miss that. It wasn't just a race. It was an experience. And I wanted it. Supposedly, lots of exercising and careful eating is supposed to make you healthier, not sicker. So if that's the case then what kind of shape would I be in if I weren't working out so much? Would I be in the hospital with some fatal illness or something? This is really getting ridiculous.
|Where does it hurt?|
Why doesn't Blogger know how to spell 'douchebags' yet? Seriously, it's got a red underline to let me know that Blogger thinks I've misspelled it. Sorry, Bloggerbags, but I think I've got it right. If not, then close enough.
I'm ripping $5 WalMart CDs right now and currently Whitesnake is singing "Still of the Night" and making me feel like I'm in high school or something. Somewhere in my mind I'm picturing Tawny Kitaen doing gymnastics on the hood of my old car and making me mess my pants. Did you know she did that video totally unrehearsed? They had brought in Paula Abdul to teach her how to dance for the video and when Paula saw her doing her gymnastics on the cars she said, "what do you need me for? She's got it." And she left.
Well, this is truly a rather random post. I mean, I've pretty well said what I came to say. Tomorrow is another pump class and I intend to be there, but all day today my wrist was killing me and I have no idea why. This keeps happening, much like my repeat sicknesses, and it's bugging me. I'll be in class tomorrow, but that's still only one workout for the entire week. Hardly accomplishing much.
Sometimes I feel as if this is my theme song: