I Win, Bruno Mars! I'm NOT Lazy :-D

I did it all! Check, check, check, check, check.

Survived A Full Day Of Teaching (Stanley Milgram Experiment). Check

Dinner. Check.

Made It Back To Work On Time (Barely) Check.

2 1/2 Hours of NON-STOP Parent-Teacher Conferences, Phase 1 Check.

1 1/2 Hours of P90X Yoga Hell. Check.

Don't ask me how I did this. I haven't a clue. I'm not sure that I'm actually awake right now. I could be sleep-typing. But tomorrow, there are WAFFLES for breakfast! WAFFLES!!!!

Also tomorrow, parent-teacher conference stage 2. Then, P90X Legs and Back Hell. Saturday, the Country-Side with Miss Noel and maybe some Kenpo. Now, I'm going to bed. If I can figure out a way to lift myself off this couch.

The Lazy Song Meets the Tired Jamie

Just needed to bring this to my reading public's attention...

"Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

Nothing at all!

Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X"

Ugh. If only!! After 2 and a half hours of parent-teacher conferences, with an already sore-from-overuse throat, I have to come home and do the 1 hour and 30 minute P90X yoga session. God save the Queen.

Sigh.

Day of Days

Woke up this morning and ate one of these:

Pear, Granola Muffin. Different, unique, and pretty good. Plus, a cup of plain yogurt and a cup of strawberries. Heck yeah, P90X Nutrition!

Then, on my way to work, I saw a motorcyclist in the middle of the road with a crashed bike and nobody else on the scene. He was definitely unconscious and his bike was definitely smashed. Too much liability to stop, so, being a good Samaritan, decided to call 911. It took them 15 minutes before they put me through to EMS/ambulance because I was on a parkway and they wanted a house number, which I could not provide. Twice in my life I've called 911. Both times in the Bronx. Both times, the 911 people have complained about not being able to find the address. Lesson: don't get hurt/let your house burn down in the Bronx.

Then, I taught all day. The police detective on the case called me back, but I'm not an eyewitness to what caused the crash, so I think I'm pretty useless to him. After school, we had newspaper club. Very exciting April Fool's edition coming out soon, and the "Issues Issue" is distributed tomorrow, to coincide with parent-teacher conference (a day where I'll be LUCKY if I can get home by 9:00 PM, + I get to do it again Friday afternoon).

Then, I drove to Muscle Maker Grill in Throggs Neck, which I learned to never, EVER, call MMG again (ask someone who's Dominican. They'll explain). After taking a roundabout way home (hour and a half round trip, and I never left the Bronx...) I came home and did P90X, back and biceps and ab ripper. Hoo Hah!

Then, I ate my Muscle Maker Grill Godfather while watching Mob Wives because I adore irony.

Next, Brad and I went to see Jeff Who Lives At Home. A bit predictable. I'm not sure if I liked it or loathed it to be honest.

Then, we walked around, grabbed some calming tea, and I bought fake nails:

I figured I needed some eccentric in my life.

P.S.

In the past 15 minutes, I saw a grown man who acts like a toddler (sleeps in a crib, has a high chair, hangs out in a playpen), a man who owns over 250 "love" dolls (even though he doesn't use them for their, uh, intended purpose), a women who lives every single day like it's 1959 (from her furniture, to music, to technology, to the food and drink she consumes). Plus, a woman who has over 600 baby dolls.

Care of TV show "Obsession" on TLC

Can't wait for "Mamas Boys From The Bronx, premiering on my birthday, April 9! TLC.

So, uhmm... I think anything is possible. Including finding my dream job. That's the message of the story. I think.

Week 6

I think I do P90X because of my job. And no, not to escape my job. That would make sense. But because I am a GLUTTON for PUNISHMENT.

Ugh.

After a physically exhausting and mentally draining day, I come home, and I push my body to its limit (which often involves me literally collapsing on the floor). Now, most people say exercise relieves stress. But I stress out about getting the DVDs done, about doing my best, about not having any time.

Time. Yes. Time for a change. At this stage in the game, I'm just keeping my fingers crossed, my pinkies up, doing my best and forgetting the rest.

When I was little, people would ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I had two answers. 1) Invent Doors (to compete with Bill Gates' Windows) and 2) to be happy.

I'll get there.

Snapbacks, Shorts, Summer, and other Random Thoughts

So glad my hoarding skills are finally paying off.

Welcome back, Snapbacks. I can't wait to bust out my 1993 era baseball hats. When are Starter Jackets returning???

Oh, and you know you're doing P90X right when your summer clothes are hanging off you. What the heck? Scale number hasn't changed... I can't afford new shorts.

Is it bad if I have a Muscle Maker Grill obsession?

Check out my hero of the month's blog at: doonethingeveryday.blogspot.com

Enjoy this beautiful day! Today's mission, the ubiquitous GTL. Right now, I'm at the working on my tan stage. :-D

P90Xtreme

It's been a month since I started P90X. Which means that I am 1/3 through. 33.33333 percent for all you mathophiles out there. I think it's time to explain the P90X experience.

1. You borrow this from someone who has gotten results. They laugh at you. Not with you, at you. Like the cliche mad scientist. Except, you get the strange feeling that you're the "mad" one in the situation.

Or, you're up late at night/early in the morning, and there's an infomercial by a name that reminds you of donuts (Tim Horton's anyone?) but with someone who looks like they've never experienced the joy of a warm, soft, sweet Krispy Kreme. The workout looks challenging, and you think to yourself, nah, that crap never works. Beachbody? Seriously? Muscle beach? Zubaz pants and neon tank tops.

Then, later that day, the thought creeps into your mind... 6 pack...

Then, you drink one.

In 2 weeks, you decide to go online (because they're is no way in hell or on Earth that you're calling some infomercial number) and order the DVDs. What the hay?

So, through one of those methods, you come across the DVDs. You watch the introduction. Aight, fine. I saw the informercial, this is just repetitive. You throw on your best underarmour t-shirt, your mesh shorts, and a pair of kicks. Just push play. Easy.

Then, it's pull-up, push-up, pull-up, push-up. You do 7. Total. What is going on? How is he still going? What's up with this crazy German girl rocking it harder than I can? Why is Tony telling me to do more? Doesn't he realize I just face-planted? Why do all of these work-out videos have people in them that are machines? Where are the NORMAL people? I never liked water before, and now it's my favorite thing on Earth. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

Somewhere along the way he tells you NOT to go into the kitchen and get a Krispy Kreme. Cripey, he knows what they are? Is he human? No, wait, more pull-ups. Nevermind. Totally a robot.

Then, finally, it's over. The embarrassment. Did you bring it? Tony tells you to. Does a total of 23 push-ups/pull-ups even count in an hour? Is that bringing it? I don't know, but I think I won't be able to drive to work tomorrow because I don't think I'll be able to close the car door. Wait. What's this? There's MORE?

Ab Ripper X.

The only time in my entire life of exercise (Fisher basketball practices, Running up 10 flights of stairs, doing 10 push-ups, running up 9 flights, 10 push-ups, etc., marathon training (and running), swimming, dance, etc.... IN MY ENTIRE LIFE that I found myself in the fetal position, crying, screaming "NO MORE P90X!" Then I slammed my fist into the floor numerous times (and 4 weeks later it still hurts like heck). But, even though I was on the floor crying (literally), I got back up and kept ripping my ab muscles apart. Visions of 6 pack abs ran through my head. I can do this. I can do this. Screw this. No, I can do this. Tony's own words, "I hate it, but I love it."

And this is just day 1. Wait until you get to Plylo. Ha.

But, that conversation is for another day.

And the nutrition plan? I've never eaten so much in my life. I've heard you have to eat more to lose weight, but this is crazy. Cottage cheese is my new best friend. Protein-heavy, fat shredder. Hundreds of dollars at the grocery store, healthy and fresh, soup-city. Tupper-ware is my life. Thank GOD for countertop dishwashers.

So, as you can see, it's a great experience and totally worth it :-D

Just Push Play. And then BRING IT! No more round O's. Just:

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X (Kenpo style)