Who would have thought that getting done at 8 would actually make Wednesdays my early day? They are one of my favorite days because I get to come home and eat dinner with Steve and every week he has food waiting for me when I walk in the door. Love that. Love him!
This morning I went and did some lifting before yoga with Kara, but silly me, I wasn’t thinking and thought “Oh, I’m going to yoga, I can wear flip flops!”
Then proceeded to feel super embarrassed in the weight room in my flip flops, then to make matters worse some man came up to me and told me to be careful because dropping a weight on my foot would be bad. Yes, I have lifted before, but thanks for the advice haha. Oy.
By the time we got to yoga, my arms felt like jello and it made class super challenging, but I was glad to feel jello-y after spending most of my time on cardio lately. By the time class was over, I was starving and excited to actually have an hour and a half before work–I LOVE having time to cook for myself, and surprisingly find things like chopping veggies to be relaxing and therapeutic. I guess I’m a freak 
Holy huge salad, I guess after a work out eyes > stomach.
Or not…because I ate the entire thing. Apparently eyes understand stomach.
Between jobs, the most amazing thing happened! Rush hour traffic yielded just for me! I got to Mesa so early that I had time to buy myself a treat!
Yummm. Don’t let them tell you they can’t make a chai frapp with the light base, just ask for it with the regular light coffee base, and it is soooo delicious. It totally picked me up mid day Then I came home to take out from Pita Jungle!!! Pita Jungle is def one of my favorite restaurants and Steve picked up a glazed chicken lavosh pizza and broiled chicken salad for us to share! I jumped right on it
Alright, off to spend a little time with Stevie and get all my prep work done for tomorrow.
PS: Tomorrow, I FINALLY get to get my hurrrrrr did! Whoot! Three inches of gray is not cute on a 26 year old. Thank you genetics. I’m so stoked to get all prettified
Aha! What will people think? Flip flops in the weights room? But you don’t normally wear steel-toecapped boots, do you, and trainers do not give all that much protection. Actually, most people if they think about you at all are wishing you well, and the few who are judging you are insecure souls, judging themselves more harshly.
I was thinking the same thing–my tennis shoes are pretty soft, I don’t think it would make THAT big of a difference haha. I know the man that came up to me meant well, just still made me a little embarrassed haha.
Oooh! The grilled chicken lavosh pizza is SO good! Now I want Pita Jungle…
I have the same thoughts about trainers versus any other shoe, like the flats that I always wear at work. I get in trouble for wearing them in the machine shop. haha I keep a pair of trainers at my desk but I always forget about them.