I hate when I'm cold, get a hot drink, and start dripping sweat. No fun, just sayin'. Also, I don't own rain boots, and I go to college. Idiot. Lastly, I hate women's roller coaster emotions. It's so not fair to those around us. I can control mine to those I'm not very comfortable with, but there's the select few who take the brunt of my hormones. I hate it. I've gotten quite good at the "think before you speak" practice, and stop myself a lot, but sometimes I just have to get it out and let it rip. Not ever a good day for that person. Oooo also, I signed up for classes! I decided not to do psychology this semester, as I don't want to be overloaded. However, I did sign up for American History, Communications, Personal Conditioning, Spanish II, Beginning Weight Lifting, and Orientation to Art. Yes, 2 PE kind of classes. I wanted to do yoga a lot, as I need to stretch more terribly, but the class I needed was already full.
I say it ALL the time how I try to say things to people I want to hear. So, to the person I like, it's how much I like them. To the person who don't make sex sounds on the other side of my wall, it's the return of silence, to the girl in line at Starbucks with the cute earrings, it's expressing my opinion. You get the point. I just wrote a post on thanks to those who've influenced me, and then I went to church yesterday and heard a sermon about how that should be done. I felt like a saint, not going to lie! We know I'm not, but I had a little bit of satisfaction in me. Some thought I get often, usually towards those I'm close with, is making sure the things that are usually taken for granted, aren't. Like what? Like when they ask if I'm feeling better, or how my day was, or give me a hug, etc. The things we expect in the back of our mind. This might stem from me having people not ask, and me getting offended, and I now don't expect them any more. Not totally positive.
The fact that our line cooks are supposed to make our food as we ordered it, isn't something I expect. Every time I pull my food out of the window, I toss a thank you their way for making my food for me. What about a "bless you" to the man at the register next to you? Wouldn't you want someone to say it to you? I would! So I say it to them.
Our thankfulness starts where our expectations stop. ....Dwell on it.....
As stated, you don't say thank you for things you expect. You expect them. Pay attention to the things people do, don't take them for granted, and take them as a blessing.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Dip! Yes!
I didn't try forever for fear of failure... like we do with a lot of things in life, right? Not too sure what I'm so scared of, but here's my new favorite thing :-)
Where Would I Be Without You?
Just so you know, the cookies are definitely gone. I have to make those more! I'm making muffins this week too, so expect those :-). I did deadlifts with crap form yesterday (working on that!) and I'm feeling sore in places I wasn't aware you could 0.o.
Have you ever wondered where you would be without the influences of certain people? Almost the what if game, but in a positive manner. For me, with out Nichole Miller, I have no clue what I would look like or be doing. She introduced me to the weight floor. Yep. That was only 8 short months ago! Where would I be without Jc Deen, who subconsciously showed me it's ok to not do what's considered right. Or where would I be without Lori Reel, who told me week after week that the weight would one day come off. How about Debbie Fields who taught me to be creative when my poor mother wasn't born with such a streak? Where would I be without Amber Toothman who gave me situations in which I learned people are who they are and judgment isn't what they need? Perhaps Melissa Minarik who showed me kindness to others in tough situations is always the way to go. How about "Dan" who showed me what not to look for in a significant other? Would I be healthy without Rachel Shear who pushed me out of my comfort zone? Where would I be if it weren't for TJ who helped me when my family couldn't, and didn't know to?
It's not easy to look back at your entire life and think about lessons learned from people, or those who taught them. Of course we all know about one or two people who coined a phrase for you that helps you through life, or a family member that's "always been there for you", but what about those random people throughout your life thus far, that were there, or that showed you how to live, just by living. Those are the ones I'm talking about. What if you told them they had an impact on your life? How would you feel if someone told that to you? I don't think I'd believe them.
Have you ever wondered where you would be without the influences of certain people? Almost the what if game, but in a positive manner. For me, with out Nichole Miller, I have no clue what I would look like or be doing. She introduced me to the weight floor. Yep. That was only 8 short months ago! Where would I be without Jc Deen, who subconsciously showed me it's ok to not do what's considered right. Or where would I be without Lori Reel, who told me week after week that the weight would one day come off. How about Debbie Fields who taught me to be creative when my poor mother wasn't born with such a streak? Where would I be without Amber Toothman who gave me situations in which I learned people are who they are and judgment isn't what they need? Perhaps Melissa Minarik who showed me kindness to others in tough situations is always the way to go. How about "Dan" who showed me what not to look for in a significant other? Would I be healthy without Rachel Shear who pushed me out of my comfort zone? Where would I be if it weren't for TJ who helped me when my family couldn't, and didn't know to?
It's not easy to look back at your entire life and think about lessons learned from people, or those who taught them. Of course we all know about one or two people who coined a phrase for you that helps you through life, or a family member that's "always been there for you", but what about those random people throughout your life thus far, that were there, or that showed you how to live, just by living. Those are the ones I'm talking about. What if you told them they had an impact on your life? How would you feel if someone told that to you? I don't think I'd believe them.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Oh Cookies... How I've Missed Thee!
I sent my delicious porn photo of Starbucks Wednesday to someone, who has to eat gluten free, and was jealous since the cookie definitely has gluten. I then realized.... I could fix this issue! I went on a quest to conquer GF chocolate chip cookies! I did, and they're great! I even made them HUGE like the ones at Starbucks!
The Best Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies
Wet Ingredients:
1/4 cup Coconut Oil
1/4 cup White Splenda
3/4 cup brown sugar Splenda
1/4c egg Sub
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Dry Ingredients:
1 + 1/2 cups Bob's Red Mill GF Flour
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
1/4 tsp. xanthan gum
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
Add In's:
6 oz. chocolate chips
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl: cream butter with sugars until light and fluffy. Add egg and vanilla. In a separate bowl mix together flours, salt, xanthan gum (opt.), baking powder, and baking soda. Slowly add flour mixture to butter and sugar mixture. Lastly, mix in chocolate chips. Place tablespoon sized dough portions 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper or a silpat mat. Bake 7-9 minutes or JUST UNTIL edges are light brown.
(The cookies WILL NOT look completely cooked when you pull them out of the oven! That's what you want! That's part of the secret to these awesome cookies! DO NOT overbake them!)
Allow cookies to cool undisturbed on parchment paper or silpat mat on the cookie sheet for 10-15 minutes. Then move cookies to wire baking rack to continue cooling. Store cookies in an airtight container on the counter.
ENJOY :D
The Best Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies
Wet Ingredients:
1/4 cup Coconut Oil
1/4 cup White Splenda
3/4 cup brown sugar Splenda
1/4c egg Sub
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Dry Ingredients:
1 + 1/2 cups Bob's Red Mill GF Flour
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
1/4 tsp. xanthan gum
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
Add In's:
6 oz. chocolate chips
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl: cream butter with sugars until light and fluffy. Add egg and vanilla. In a separate bowl mix together flours, salt, xanthan gum (opt.), baking powder, and baking soda. Slowly add flour mixture to butter and sugar mixture. Lastly, mix in chocolate chips. Place tablespoon sized dough portions 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper or a silpat mat. Bake 7-9 minutes or JUST UNTIL edges are light brown.
(The cookies WILL NOT look completely cooked when you pull them out of the oven! That's what you want! That's part of the secret to these awesome cookies! DO NOT overbake them!)
Allow cookies to cool undisturbed on parchment paper or silpat mat on the cookie sheet for 10-15 minutes. Then move cookies to wire baking rack to continue cooling. Store cookies in an airtight container on the counter.
ENJOY :D
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My First Pull Up!
I did my first pull up!!! YES! I've waited months for this! I can't really do more than one, but the first is supposed to be the hardest ;) My dad (T) will be SO proud! Today has been a workout PR kind of day. I pressed 438lbs, and hack squatted 224. I never have been able to get accurate numbers on those because of unknown sled/machine weights. Well, my school's gym has marked machines! YAY! My leg press goal has been 540 for a bit, and I never ever thought I'd see that. Looks like a bright future!
My next goal I've had is to bench my body weight. While I've been 14-18lbs from that for about 3 weeks now, I'm going tomorrow to see if I can become a smidgen closer! Patience is key in the business of muscle! Makes my day so much better when I have mini accomplishments in the things that matter to me!
2 week from today. That's RIGHT :D I will be in Baltimore exactly 2 weeks from this second! (pretty much to the second actually) I had a goal to have some kind of Ab definition, any at all really, by then, but with work, and blah blah, I think that will be a missed goal. But hey, you can't win them all, now can you.
I've had the great pleasure of working out with people this week. I push a lot more weight when I'm talking to someone, as I'm not thinking about how much weight I'm pushing ;-). There's more than one advantage to having someone with you. You get a spot, someone to talk to between sets, someone to comment on all the weird things you're witnessing, and then that good distraction.
While I'm blessed to be working, I'm very quickly learning to cherish the days I'm off ....Like today. But I'm sure I'll regret not using today to pack in all the homework I need to do. Oh well!
My next goal I've had is to bench my body weight. While I've been 14-18lbs from that for about 3 weeks now, I'm going tomorrow to see if I can become a smidgen closer! Patience is key in the business of muscle! Makes my day so much better when I have mini accomplishments in the things that matter to me!
2 week from today. That's RIGHT :D I will be in Baltimore exactly 2 weeks from this second! (pretty much to the second actually) I had a goal to have some kind of Ab definition, any at all really, by then, but with work, and blah blah, I think that will be a missed goal. But hey, you can't win them all, now can you.
I've had the great pleasure of working out with people this week. I push a lot more weight when I'm talking to someone, as I'm not thinking about how much weight I'm pushing ;-). There's more than one advantage to having someone with you. You get a spot, someone to talk to between sets, someone to comment on all the weird things you're witnessing, and then that good distraction.
While I'm blessed to be working, I'm very quickly learning to cherish the days I'm off ....Like today. But I'm sure I'll regret not using today to pack in all the homework I need to do. Oh well!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
I'll Make It Out The Other Side! (Hopefully)
So while I really appreciate being employed, and I still do love it, it's rough. Rough Rough. My night ended in some shed tears in bed last night. Slept until 7:30 this morning, which is un heard of for me. My body is wiped. I'm ready for Thanksgiving more than anything. I start another round of UD2 today, and just as last week, I have zero desire to do so. I'm teetering on over doing it, and I'm reading my body carefully to keep from over training, or getting sick. Training on an already sore, and tired body, is rough mentally and physically. I'm ready to take a day and just do what I want. I do get Monday evening off from work, but I'll be in Springfield, as always. Thank God!
I'm practically living off of caffeine pills, just so I can keep a smile through shifts. However, no amount of golden heart and smiling will earn you good money, as I've very quickly learned. Some people you want to dump their drink on. Others, you want to just hug. I can however, thank God that I have loving co-workers, and bosses who have been there and understand. After about 3 mess ups last night, there was no yelling at Jenn, there was a "I'll see you in the morning", and a good night. I feel as though they realize we're going to feel like crap about mess ups and them mentioning it, or getting mad won't make anything better.
Only up side I'm seeing to my 2 weeks of dieting that are left, are the fact that I can take out stress and such at the gym. I'm like the shiny new toy at work that everyone wants to have. It's very weird to me, and I've never been in that position, but I also am having to be very careful, and modify my personality slightly as to not come across as wanting that sort of attention. Which can take a lot of energy to watch every word I say, or every motion I make.
I have a few goals, like @$250 a week, to total 1K a month. Would be grand! The company sets goals for us, and I'm blowing the roof of off alcohol sales. At the end of every shift, which isn't a set time, could be a hour, could be 5 hours, you get to roll about 50 silverware, and clean your section. I realize these are reasonable things, but when you're getting paid $2 a hour to do so, and it's taking you an hour to finish all of it, one is ready to scream when they walk out those doors. My feet are usually screaming, I feel like I need a shower, and ready to hit the bed. In addition to these things, I almost never nail my uniform. No collar on my shirt, you need a high cut shirt to cover the tattoo, wear a belt, someday!
Over. And. Out.
I'm practically living off of caffeine pills, just so I can keep a smile through shifts. However, no amount of golden heart and smiling will earn you good money, as I've very quickly learned. Some people you want to dump their drink on. Others, you want to just hug. I can however, thank God that I have loving co-workers, and bosses who have been there and understand. After about 3 mess ups last night, there was no yelling at Jenn, there was a "I'll see you in the morning", and a good night. I feel as though they realize we're going to feel like crap about mess ups and them mentioning it, or getting mad won't make anything better.
Only up side I'm seeing to my 2 weeks of dieting that are left, are the fact that I can take out stress and such at the gym. I'm like the shiny new toy at work that everyone wants to have. It's very weird to me, and I've never been in that position, but I also am having to be very careful, and modify my personality slightly as to not come across as wanting that sort of attention. Which can take a lot of energy to watch every word I say, or every motion I make.
I have a few goals, like @$250 a week, to total 1K a month. Would be grand! The company sets goals for us, and I'm blowing the roof of off alcohol sales. At the end of every shift, which isn't a set time, could be a hour, could be 5 hours, you get to roll about 50 silverware, and clean your section. I realize these are reasonable things, but when you're getting paid $2 a hour to do so, and it's taking you an hour to finish all of it, one is ready to scream when they walk out those doors. My feet are usually screaming, I feel like I need a shower, and ready to hit the bed. In addition to these things, I almost never nail my uniform. No collar on my shirt, you need a high cut shirt to cover the tattoo, wear a belt, someday!
Over. And. Out.
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