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How exciting... and a little bit scary!

I'm moving out of my parent's house and I 've got my own place.... or that's at least what relocating to my own blog site feels like.

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I was told there would be punch and pie.

Put your hands together for people that bake.

I love stock photography.
 Everyone got the memo on cheering except for the lady on the far left in dark gray.
That's a tentative smile at best, she's not even sure why she's here.

Right now, give bakers a round of applause, because we take our dessert making friends and pastry chefs all over the world for granted. Really guys, baking is hard. Once upon a time, I spent many stressful years in chemistry labs. I remember my organic chemistry professor instructing our class to make a substance called Methyl Red, so you can imagine the stuff titrating into my beaker was required to be... the color of RED. He circled the room to see a whole lot of people producing that exact solution. When he got to my station, this hilarious character said, "So, are we distilling milk?"... and I was given an F for that lab. F, not for Fantastic.  As it turns out baking, like chemistry, is actually science, and I'm not sure I passed it last night in my attempt to make my first apple pie.... ever. You can see for yourself below:

... Joy is for Judy!

It's Sunday. 

Possibly the most beautiful Sunday in Alabama since we got here. A little chilly at 7:30 in the morning when I took the boys out to potty and I enjoyed my coffee on the deck while the entire city was silent except for a few birds chattering nearby. 

Perfection. 

I made a little jaunt to Target for lotion and Qtips, and had no idea the morning could get better. Apparently I've been living under a rock and Target's Phillip Lim Designer Collection is available  RIGHT NOW! How did I miss this? It was prominently displayed right inside the door... and I'm sure I heard someone blow a kazoo and that's when I imagined confetti falling from the ceiling. Hooray!! Designer clothing at Target prices! I cried a little, gave a short speech, hugged a Target team member. I'm sure I blacked out from the excitement because when I came to in my car I found a gorgeous Phillip Lim sweater and dress in my shopping bag.

Doh! 

 I love you. No, I love yoooou.
Oh I can't decide, I love you both.

Anyhow. I was on a real high... caffeine AND and retail bargain therapy. I got home, blathered like a lunatic to my husband about my awesome morning, all while staring at my fridge's fruit drawer wondered why 2 people have this much fruit.  I mean, I'm having a winning day... what could make it better? 

And do you know what I thought when I saw that fruit?

Get Lost, Cheat Days!

I had a Cheat Day.

Ok ok, That's a bold-faced lie. I NEVER have a Cheat Day.... that's right I crushed a solid week, ladies and gentlemen don't bring that one day weak sauce over here. I was breaking down so often recently I couldn't even sell myself the idea of trying for a single day... let alone a Cheat Meal. 

Look at my cheeks on Cheat Days.
I've eaten so much I can't even close mah mouf.
My arms have disappeared into my bellies. All three of them.

 A few weeks ago I was still engaging in a common "fitness" past time known as Cheat Days (i.e. eating super tasty forbidden items or in my case binging 1-2 days a week after keeping a perfect, healthful diet together for the previous 5 days)...it got real ugly. I woke up early for one and reenacted Supermarket Sweep (in case you forgot about the best show on TV in the 90's) for my belly.
 *Guys. I know you didn't click that link. 
That shit's so awesome... do it.

Sometimes I like to switch it up

What in the woooooooooorrrlllld.....this isn't a boozy blog?!
Holy Moley, I'm wigging out too!

Right now, I'm 15 minutes post run... you heard me. I RAN. In fact, I've been secretly running and haven't told you for nearly a month. I know, I'm keeping a lot of exciting secrets these days... cooking fails and undercover running.  I want to tell you running is crazy, and I'm a little crazy so we might be perfect for one another. At this minute I'm still trying to shake off a flu, and my lower body is made of lead after yesterday's heavy back squats and it's 6:45 in the freaking morning...but here I am. A three mile run, done! Oh yeah, I said it. Three whooooole miles. With what I determined was a serious race pace, but that a member of Oprah's Walking Connection would destroy with one swift hip stride. Even more shocking... I was up before the sun. And like the handful of times I straggled through the door of CrossFit 702 at 6am, I was belligerent, mismatched, and just trying to survive.
Again, if I'm this slow and this miserable... why do it? I already CrossFit, isn't that enough? Should I see a therapist for whatever is propelling me to suffer this much?