Wednesday October 14, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Yesterday I made a funny twisting motion while walking and accidentally popped *something* in my hip back into place. RESTORED!
My fitspo for the day is the image of becoming a baby raptor who can cuddle Chris Pratt. I think I have to do sprints for something like that, right?
I did reeeal good yesterday. It's strange, I keep waiting for the binge beast to come back. I think the challenge will be this weekend: a charity event that is all about drinking and a housewarming party where I have offered a repeat of my crazy-good "snoball" cupcakes (the pink coconutty things) for which I already have all the ingredients.
You know Chris Pratt needs a spit bucket for whenever he has to shoot a take involving eating? He is crazy gorgeous, but I wonder if it is worth it considering I was already on board with "butter is my favorite food"-Andy Dwyer. I guess I am aiming for a middle somewhere between full Fatt Pratt and Flinty-Eyed Washboard Abs Dude. Can't beat that chin tho.