There is a plastic surgery trilogy in the works, with most of part one complete, but I am waiting to complete and publish that one closer to my surgery date. In the meantime, here’s a “filler” episode.
After I finished Whole30, my nutrition remained paleo for the most part. I had frozen yogurt one day and emergency tortilla chips after a lab appointment to avoid passing out. Truth be told, I’m absolutely terrified of eating noncompliant foods. Not so much natural ones like full fat dairy and legumes, but anything processed, and definitely bread, rice and pasta. So, I’m being really good, but have sorta slacked on the vegetables. The other day I made carrot fries using Can You Stay For Dinner’s recipe and they were delicious. Tasted just like sweet potato fries.
I don’t know what I weigh, but I am currently in the “drastic loss” week of my menstrual cycle. I’m going to guess I’m about 144-145. My workouts have been pretty solid. By the end of every New Rules of Lifting workout, I’m dripping in sweat and out of breath. That doesn’t usually happen on resistance only days, but I’ve been using pretty heavy weights.
In between lifting, I loosely follow T25. Last night I did Cardio, and nearly quit because of my skin flopping around everywhere. I made the mistake of wearing regular shorts, not my compression pants. Jumping jacks were being a total asshole and my stomach skin felt like it was going to rip right off. I hate you, stomach skin. So fucking much. Your lease is up in a week though, bitch.
Speaking of bitch, Breaking Bad returns Sunday. This is going to be so bittersweet. I’ve loved many TV shows, but never did I kinda wish they’d delay the final episodes so that it wouldn’t ever end. At least I know Game of Thrones has like another 80 seasons before they finish out the books.
In girly news, I got myself a pair of semi-permanent fake eyelashes to go along with my semi-permanent fake boobs. I’ve mentioned before that I hate putting on make up, doing my hair, or anything beauty related that takes longer than 10 minutes. Hell, I don’t even comb my hair before going out anymore.
Eyelash extensions are all the rage, and there are deals popping up for them left and right. A salon that specializes in them opened up down the street from me, so I finally tried them out.
I. LOVE. THEM.
In this picture, I’m not wearing ANY eye makeup and there are no filters used. I told her I wanted a natural look, and that’s what she gave me. I literally shaved 10 minutes off my morning routine, which is priceless to me.
Why do I have runners envy when there’s nothing stopping me from lacing up and hitting the pavement? I had to unsubscribe from some blogs because I was jealous of their races and training recaps. So unnecessarily dramatic, I am. Once I’m recovered, I’ll pick it back up. It’ll probably be a much more enjoyable experience without my stomach skin getting in the way.
At least I got this pretty thing in the mail today from a virtual 10K I did last month.
Now if only it came with my very own Eric Northman.