…Wait, you DON’T scream after ice cream???
Today, here in the office, is the annual ice cream social. A table length of assorted cold and creamy flavors, and every ice cream-like condiment you could possibly think of. See, here at good ole’ W&F, there is NO messing around when it comes to food. We have mexican fiesta’s with a mariachi band to boot when Cinco de Mayo comes around, an extravagant spread with bottomless wine for Christmas, and a forever stocked kitchen full of cookies and candy. You can see how this would cause an issue for me.
The issue I most run into, however, is not a question of will power, AT ALL. The problem I tend to run into is…teasing? Yes, most days I can handle this…
“What’s in that jar (a green smoothie), a science experiment?”
Someone walks by while I’m eating a bell pepper, as if it were an apple, “Jen…no one does that…no one…”
“That looks disgusting…” again, a green smoothie…
My favorite thing is when Nick says to me at home, “Babe, are you doing your spinal hygiene during the day?” Now, let me say that I KNOW why I should be doing this, I get that…however, I feel there is a lack of understanding on his part when his office is COMPLETELY on board with everything he does! My office…no so much. I feel like people ALREADY think I’m an odd-ball here, let’s just toss some spinal hygiene on top… *sigh*
Anyway, back to what I was saying…
So what do you think happens when I turn down something here that is less than healthy?
“Jen, just get over it and eat some…”
“Ohhh, you’re too HEALTHY for this, I know…” with an eye roll ps….
So, needless to say, I have been thinking about this ice cream social, and not the way most would expect. There are no feelings of excitement, nor have I been talking about it all day like most people, about looking forward to it…I’m actually NOT looking forward to it at all.
Today, I will say, “No thank you, I’m lactose intolerant.” End of questions, end of story Hell, I probably am!
Tonight I am working out with three LOVELY ladies at Dane Street Beach; we’re doing “Annie” (50,40,30,20,10 of double unders and situps). Get this though. Soooo, when I started Crossfit in October, I went through a month of “On-Ramp” which is like a Level 1 class. Once I was OFFICIALLY in Crossfit, in the “regular” classes, my first official bench mark was “Jason”
I remember that workout SOOO clearly. I hated every second of it. I remember hanging on the pull-up bar, looking at Danny with a look that could kill. I remember him looking at me and saying something along the lines of ,’don’t be a baby’. I think I heard the saying, “You can cry, just don’t be a wuss” for the first time that night. It was brutal. So a month or two ago (time seems to fly a little too fast lately) was “benchmark week” and I just wanted “Jason” to come up. I wanted to face him again and this time, CRUSH HIM! However, it didn’t. It was mentioned to me that “Jason” would be coming up soon, however, but…he didn’t. So here we are, August 5th, a day that I had planned on NOT going, to do a workout with friends at the beach…and sure enough…Jason shows up. BUGGER!! Oh well, I have the rest of my life to bump into him again..and next time Jason…you won’t even recognize me. Next time, it’ll be YOU crying :-p
Happy Thursday everyone! Tomorrow I will be heading to MAINE for a weekend of relaxing at the lake with Nick, and hanging out with my family CAN’T WAIT!