Chocolate cake in a cup. Made in the microwave. Jebus. Why? Why did I hear of such a thing? Ask me how many times I've made it...go ahead...ask.
Yes, three times. Fuuuuuuuuuudge. I used to get these intense urges to make chocolate cake, so I'd make a 8x8 cake and eat about 1/2 while molten (huh, wonder how I got fat?). I got one of those urges the other day...so I decided to make a single serving kinda chocolate cake in a mug. Ahh the wonders of the internet. It was actually not bad...but I decided IF I made it again I would cook it less to get that gooey kind of consistency I love. So of course I made it again. It. Was. Gooood. But this scared me! Despite the fact that it was still less cake than the old me would have had, it was CAKE. I made it once more, and then I decided nuh-uh, not gonna do this to myself. Walk away from the cocoa powder missy, and put that sugar AWAY. It just goes to show how easily the old habits can slip back in when you aren't looking. Scary easy.
So I had a job interview yesterday. I want to teach summer school this year. Well, want is a strong word. I feel I must for the money. I really enjoy being a lazy ass and milking every day of my two months off. That's right, be jealous office drones! I get TWO FREAKIN MONTHS of vegetative, movie watching, beach going, trail hiking, friend visiting, trip taking bliss! Of course, I also have to deal with 20 or 30 teenagers at a time all day every day and all their joyous hormonal strife. Good times! This means I hope I get the job, but also kinda hope that I don't. Stupid lazy side o' me!
Anyway, here's the cute dress I wore for the interview...
Hmm kind of wrinkled.
Ok, this one is a bit odd. I noticed the other day that when I had my legs together, there is weird GAP between them....like where fat was once but is no more! It's very weird, but cool...so I thought I'd share it with you. Hope you are not traumatized!
Here's one to take that last image off your mind...playing with the light coming in the windows...
Other than that, I got my butt handed to my by trainer girl today. She took my request for more cardio seriously, damn her hide. Now I am doing jump rope between strength moves. Me an' my big mouth.
Sadly, no weight loss to report. I blame the chocolate cake. Cursed it be. But, tomorrow is Day 3 of Week 4 of the Couch to 5k. Next week, the dreaded Week 5 and the infamous 20 minute run on day 3. AHHHH!
That's all for now, my fine folks...keep yer stick on the ice!