Wednesday, 29 July 2015

The need to spice things up.

May I just state the fact that I detest Mrs. Dash Seasonings?
I think I have bought every one available and have not acquired a taste for any of them.
I have since just been mixing my own spices.

However, recently all of my social media has been atwitter about Flavor God.
I am so intrigued by the Pizza one.
They claim is makes anything taste like pizza.
Do I take the chance??
It's so tempting! 
Or do I take the frugal way and just try to recreate the seasoning on my own using their ingredient list? That could be disastrous, LOL.

However, I have been back on track and heading in the right direction.
In my head, I have three competitions planned for next year.
In order to look even better, I have to get my butt in gear and amp it up even more, including my food prep. Isn't it funny to hear, "Ugh, eat more?"
I guess that is why I'm looking for new ways to spice it up.

Plus, I will not lie. Part of this is completely a vanity thing.
Yes, I love being strong, healthy, energetic, but dammit, I also like having a body that most twenty-somethings cannot own.
If I could just fix my head to match the rest over the years, I'd be golden, lol. 

Later Gators!

Friday, 24 July 2015

Just Be You

I received a message from a friend last night. The gist of the question that she asked me was this:
How do you know which "Jenny" to show people?
When do you stop biting your tongue?

I sat and thought about this and didn't answer until this morning.
I know what she means because, yes, I used to do this constantly:
always trying to be on my best behaviour, always watching any comment I made for fear of it not being taken correctly or as funny (like I normally mean things), scared people would not get my sarcasm or quirk and then dislike me for it.

I realize that I don't do this anymore. I just be me.
Whatever comes out, comes out.
But I am not rude. I still use etiquette and the manners that I was taught as a child.
To me, that's just right.
Granted, I am not going to go around dropping eff-bombs and dirty innuendo in a room full of grandma's... grandpa's probably. It happens, but what can I say? My husband is part of the VFW, and his post happens to have a bunch of hilarious, dirty old men. I fit in with them.

If I feel like breaking a silly dance move in the middle of the grocery store, I do.
If I feel like belting out "Don't Stop Believing" (out of tune) when it comes on the radio, anywhere, I do. I do not hide the fact that I used to be in roller derby, stripped in burlesque, write smutty novels, am trying to build muscle and strut across stage in a teeny-tiny blinged out suit.
I cut my hair the way that makes me feel good about myself. I don't care what is in style.
I dress in what I like. Sometimes it's super girly. Most of the time it's wacko sporty.
I've been mistaken for a lesbian. *I wis,h sometimes, lol.*
I've been called some horrible names.
You know what?
It's okay. It used to affect really horribly.
Yes, my feelings still get hurt, but I'm not going to dwell on it.
Not everyone is going to like me.
I cannot make them for that matter.
So, I have stopped hiding the parts of me that I used to hide.
I am much happier.
I try to be a good, giving, nice person.
I try to treat everyone in a manner that I would like to be treated.
That's all that I can do. 

My thought is don't hide who you are.
You will be a much happier person with the people who you attract and surround you rather than constantly worrying or hiding parts of yourself.
Just be you.

Saturday, 18 July 2015

So It Begins...

Yep, started it back up with this lady, my coach.
Planning, setting goals - mainly for next year.
Trying to figure out maybe an out of state competition too - back home perhaps.

In the meantime though, we are taking our first vacation in over five years in a few months.
The place has a gym, pool, water slide, jacuzzi...
so, yeah, bikini time again!
Hubs bought me new teeny weeny ones.
Sweet, but...
Wait no but's, incentive to get my ass tight again.

I've been back on the horse for a bit now, exhausted and so neglecting this blog.
Sorry about that!

I thought I would share this with you.
It is Sara and Dylan with their new mini-show.
You can see pretty much some of the exercises I do for an hour with her.

And yes, I scream on the leg extension...and pretty much everything else she makes me do on  the last sets, lol.