Hit Me Baby, One More Time...

So, blog #2, like a million years later. I just can't get a good flow going with this "blog" thing. It's almost like I'd rather be *living* than *writing* about living. Weird...

Anyway, I wish I could post something truly incredible about my weight loss, but truthfully, I've hit a wall. Can't lose pounds or drop body fat anymore. I'm pushing myself with two-a-days, but it's clearly not enough for my body (to be clear, my two-a-days aren't like regular two-a-days. Mine consist of running 4-5 miles, then playing 1 or 2 games of soccer a few hours later).

And I'm trying to cut back on calories, but when you're pushing your body, it need nutrients! I can't DEPRIVE my body if it yearns for a cupcake! Or Yogurtland (btw, Root Beer Float flavor making an appearance at your local Yogurtland. I highly recommend a large cupful for maximum delicious effect).

Also I found recently found out that I have a new addiction a la cupcakes, only saltier. Tortilla chips & salsa. Now, I've always loved me some C&S, but when I devoured two basketfuls at On the Border the other night, I fully realized the detrimental effect this newfound addiction may have on my diet regime. This needs to stop now. Someone intervene. Help a sister out.

I have a few more injuries to welcome to the party. May I introduce Mr. Right Ankle Tendon ("he makes walking in heels unbearable!"), and Mr. Left Upper Thigh ("what a pain to get up off chairs!"). YAY! I don't know how I do these things, but I always just ignore them, run anyway, and hope they go away. They have met Mr. Stick, and I think it's going to be a match made in heaven.

Rereading this entry, I think I need to change the titles to "Miss Barfs Her Brain." I can't even put together a proper thought text flow. Good thing I spent all that time in writing classes for that JOURNALISM degree. Yeesh. May have well been a Comm Major (ooohhhh! burn to all comm majors!).

Back to fitness, the best I can say is that I'm holding steady at 120. Go me. And also, I need to do a long run really soon. I haven't gone past 6 miles in a few weeks. I need to visit Lisa to get a good run in.

BREAKING SOCCER NEWS!!!

I have been on a super scoring streak the last two weeks. I score every game, and I've had 3 hat-tricks, and two games where I've scored 4 goals per game. What's going on here? Oh thats right; I'm awesome!

And we beat that damn Rosary High Reunion team, thank God. Scored on a breakaway, one-on-one with the keeper. It was solid. And I made moves around all those RHS varsity girls. Who varsity now, bitch? (ok, slightly mean, but it felt good!)

Got a couple ("how many?" COUPLE!!) of tournaments coming up - San Diego and Vegas. *So* excited!

The gym was a nice change of pace this morning. Sunday mornings are officially tied with Friday nights as the best time to work out. NO ONE is there. I was able to monopolize the cross-train cable machine today. That never happens! I did some new moves from Self Magazine. A couple ("how many?" COUPLE!) worked really well, but some (the abs and glute ones - the ones I care most about) didn't really do much. Unless I shouldn't feel anything. But that doesn't seem right. Eh, I've got my new Fitness mag so maybe that will have some new ideas for next week.

Off to bake some almond-vanilla cupcakes! (Hey, man, they're reduced sugar, AND will be made with applesauce, ok????)

PS: This week it was discovered that Nicholas had never heard the words "kismet" and "wick" (as in moisture, not candle) before I came into his life. He's pretty...