Sarah Gone Wild

I know I’m pretty lazy about a lot of things by normal people’s standards. But one thing I just cannot keep up with is my manicure. Which is why I usually have fake nails if I am in the mood to give a crap about that. However, I decided to paint my nails last week for some godforsaken reason, and now I have a chipping mess on my hands. Ha, literally.

I’ll end up scraping the polish off during a meeting, or just taking it off. I won’t bother to reapply. And really, with my glorious sausage fingers, painting my nails is truly the equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig.

But I get an A for effort.

Maybe my next post should be “why I don’t clean my house” and then I’ll feel inclined to give it a whirl.

But probably not. You know, that whole lazy thing. If I’m going to stick to a workout plan, I don’t have the energy for piddly things like cleaning the house. I’m a one-trick pony, people.

Speaking of the workout thing. Holy mother of unicorn loving kumquats. If Chalene weren’t so damn nice, I’d hate her like I hate Jillian Michaels. But even though her workouts are so much worse than JM’s, I just can’t hate her. She’s so sweet about kicking my ass. She’s so ENCOURAGING. I’m the queen of negative self-talk, and she really helps to combat that. But these workouts are the hardest I’ve ever done. Ever. Worse than Level 3 of the Shred. Worse than Burn Fat Boost Metabolism. Worse than anything I’ve encountered.

But worse in such a great way. She kicks my ass and I grunt and groan, but at the end of each workout, I’m proud of myself for doing it. For getting through it. For literally not dying. But…I’m also not confident about my plan to follow this up with P90X. We’ll see, but this series might be my physical max. I am not exaggerating when I say this shit is T-O-U-G-H. I may have shed a tear or two during the big cardio circuit.

In other news, life is good. The new job is amazing and not so new anymore. I’m kind of in my groove now. I have a little bit more confidence in my skillz, but it’s still so intimidating to be surrounded by such genuine, mind-blowing talent. I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

And, of course, everyone ADORES Mr. Tedders. He’s so chill, and he loves coming in with me. He doesn’t so much love climbing the stairs to my attic desk, but he loves the attention! He hasn’t been in for a couple weeks because he needs a bath and trim, but I just haven’t had time to get him in. I bought some nail trimmers, so if I can manage to get through his nails myself, he’ll be joining me tomorrow…but I usually let the groomers do that since he hates it so much and acts like I’m trying to hurt him. I’ll probably cry. I’m a wuss.

Walk training is going well, too. A HUGE thanks to all of you who helped me raise so much money. Between you and the benefit my team threw, we have surpassed our goal and raised over $6,000 for the MS Society so far. Amazing. I’m really touched by the level of generosity that I’ve seen recently. Just when I give up on humankind, something like this happens and my faith is renewed. Okay, maybe not 100%, but some.

I’m really trying to hydrate for these workouts, so I have to pee like Austin Powers right now. Here’s this.

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