... 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?

I want to explain these photos.

I promise I haven't gone into hibernation. 

I've been totally engrossed in developing the website I purchased from GoDaddy.com for JisforJudy.com and am in the process of becoming technologically talented with web design for PC/Mac/Mobile Phones/this TRS80. You don't know what that is? Fine fine, I'm old. Just say it.  Here's a pic of our family's first computer, the TRS80:

Not a joke, this bad boy required 3 days of  coding to enter a name in the address book.
Which was all computers were at the time,  a 100 lb. address book...
annnnd  occasionally to play Frogger on a floppy disk.

Not the point. 

Apologies.
I'm diligently organizing my site so that you'll enjoy not only the bloggity nonsense posted, but also for ease of access with any device! If I'm really lucky, JisforJudy.com ends up beautiful AND functionally fantastic. But I'm driving this bus, so you really never know.

So what photos were taken and why? Check it out! I have a new neighbor... Sussanah Dowell!

A site review, just for the ladies

I don't like to shop. It overwhelms me. A very non-girly thing about me. 

So, I only shop when I ABSOLUTELY have to for a big event. 

Weddings. Reunions. Military event #432, you name it!  When I actually do drag myself into a shopping center, I'm massively unhappy because what's on the rack is what everyone in the joint will be wearing (albeit, in 6 different colors) and in no way a reflection of my personality or style. Hooray for mass produced items that make us all clones! Disturbing. I want something unique, affordable, and that photographs well but here comes the big truth about that dress... I'M NEVER GOING TO WEAR IT AGAIN. I can lie to myself all day but I know that thing's getting shoved in the back of my closet never to return to daylight.

So. 

Solution.

FACEOFF, Part 2 (Wine Openers... and whatever it opened)

Wait, what? A wine opener?  Oh, you recall something about kale chips for Part 2? What's going on?

Look. It was kale. Friggin' kale. I don't know what I was thinking. I love the bejebus out of it... but writing about kale? I'd rather watch paint dry than read that garbage, and so would you. Shit, you're my readers you don't come here to be bored, and neither do I.
So.
What happened?
I had planned to not get my drink on tonight,  but wine opened. Clearly... you're not shocked. I'd suffered a two a day workout that exhausted and frustrated me. And my inner WINO broke through.

FACEOFF, Part 1 (The Watch)

DING DING DING

Rock Em’ Sock ‘Em for Running Watches.

Garmin 201 Forerunner VS. Garmin 10

First, look at this 201 Forerunner. It’s fucking gigantic.

 This person has a normal sized arm,  and no joke this thing goes up to my mid-forearm. I really feel like Data from Next Gen Star Trek. Bee Bop Boo Beep

And it's heavy. Look at this lady:

She's physically exhausted from wearing this wrist weight.
 She's crumpled to the ground. It's just become too much for her.
I get it, sister, I get it.