Work work work work

I worked my butt off today.

No really.

I got home and I felt a few pounds lighter. I looked behind me and WHOA--what happened? That can't be right....
Oh yah.

I worked my butt off. Clean off. No mas. Which is spanish for 'no more'. In case you were wondering.

It's gone.

Gone like a freight train.

Gone like yesterday.

Gone like a soldier in the Civil War.

Bang Bang!

Gone.

And I have to say. I'm not so sure that it's a good thing....
That junk in the trunk had a lot of junk....but it was my junk....in my trunk.....

What a weird, weird analogy. Doesn't even make sense....junk in the trunk....it's not like I can anatomically open my "trunk" up and take all the "junk" out. Who ever started that phrase anyway? By golly... it's silly. Let's veto it.
No mas using the phrase, "junk in the trunk" to refer to someone's or your own behind.
Done.

Anyway.

Yah. I exercised today.

Yah...Insanity, right?
No really, I did Insanity. I screamed at the fella yelling at me to "push it!" There was a lot of jumping and push ups and punching the air involved among other things...mainly just a lot of movement. Yah...movement....a ton of movement.The people in the video were collapsing beside the trainer dude--what's his name? *googles "Insanity guy"* --Shaun T. while he just kept going. Like a really buff, black, freakishly intense Energizer Bunny........no really. Would I make this stuff up? And I did it! The whole entire dvd. Sure, I had to rest a few times more than big bad Shaun T but hey...I finished the dvd. I've never finished a whole work out before on that damn workout program. Sure, I felt like throwing up afterwards. I might have cried a little. Worth it.

AND then!
I went to work. And decided, being large and in charge, to let one of the servers go home early. Hey, it's a Thursday right? What's the worst that can happen?
Chaos and craziness ensued. It was like all of Provo had gotten the memo that I had made an idiot, rookie mistake and they all wanted in on it. And maybe while they were there, they might as well order some food--it being a restaurant and all. Soooo many people wanting food....so many tables all at one time.....I walked away with $100 in tips though. Which is cool. Way cool. Ice cool. With a cherry on top....(too much?...naaah).

And yah, my muscles are sore, my brain is fried, my patience was tested, and my endurance proven......and I'm hella grateful for that.
Glad to be working so hard and to be capable of working out.

I take pride in my health. A lot of pride. When I had a blood test done a few weeks ago and the doctor came back and told me I had a perfect white blood cell count, I sat up a little straighter. And yes, my urine is clear and I'm happy to report, I haven't had a cavity in years. And maybe I've overdone it by including all these wonderful details on my resume, but hey--good health is a beautiful thing.
I also take a lot of pride in my work. I'm just going to confess: I love being the "go-to-girl". The employee that you can always count on and who goes the extra mile.

I should probably work on this whole vanity thing.....I'm a superhero though...it happens. Don't tell my enemies that I'm a superhero though. Goodness forbid, they test my awesome POW-A (Arnold Shwarzenagger-sisdf;alksdjf;laskdjf voice).

Word.