My Magic Shoes!

Okay. So, I am totally excited about exercising because it is getting so much easier to move around and to exert myself. I have been walking a lot lately but when I go for a walk I wear my Birkenstocks or my adidas swimming flip flops. I decided that as a serious athlete, I needed a serious pair of shoes. I mean, if I'm serious about making it into the 2012 Olympics in cheery old London, I have got to get myself an olympic level pair of sneakers. I walked into the store looking for some of the high class tenniss shoes from my day. Keep in mind that I have not purchased tennis shoes since like 8th grade. I had some good old LA Gears in mind or maybe a pair of Nikes with the air pump on the tongue of the shoe. Beleive it or not, they do not have those anymore. I selected a pair of Puma's that were adorably white and pink. The man brought them to me in a 10 and when I went to try them on I noticed that the tongue of the shoe was fringed. Like a golf shoe fringed. I asked the man if they were golf shoes and he affirmed that they in fact were golf shoes. If my chosen sport for the 2012 olympics was golf I would have been all over them but alas, I need running shoes. I then upped my budget and selected another pair. They did not have my size but he brought me another pair instead. I loved them!! But, they were 90 dollars. He could tell that I was not okay with that so due to my incredible sex appeal and hotness he gave me the hot skinny B discount. I am so excited and cannot wait to run a marathon around the block. Check these babies out!!

Now... check me out with them on. I think I look like Flo Jo. Their shiny like snake skin. They have the shocky thingys. They are incredible. Warning, before looking at the next picture. I could not find the black shorts from last time so I wore panty hose. Again, warning.

These shoes are remarkable. They make we wanna do some aerobics, tae bo, yoga, pilates, and buy a boflex. As soon as I put them on I automatically am compelled to go into a well choreographed aerobic routine.

I have 3 years and 2 months left to train. London baby! Cheerio!!

Protien!

So, as I have stated before, I am supposed to take in 60-65 grams of protien a day. It sucks. Protien shakes taste like donkey balls whether they are pre mixed and ready to drink or the powder. I have discovered the most amazing way to make a protien shake and I can actually choke it down. It is actually borderline tasty. I know that a few of my readers (okay, so I know there are only four people who read this but humor me). A few of my readers have husbands that are power pumping gym rats so you can share this with them as well.

First, you have to have a magic bullet. This is one of the most amazing inventions ever. You can see the infomercial usually on a Friday or Saturday night between 2 and 4 in the morning.

Next you place a scoop of protien powder into the cup. You can choose your brand of protien but for this recipe it would need to be chocolate flavored.

Next, add about 6-8 ounces of milk and one or two ice cubes.

Then add a heaping tablespoon of peanut butter.

It is optional to add half a bananna and a teaspoon of splenda. Personally, the bananna makes me wanna hurl. So, the next step for me is to blend.

Pure deliciousness.

Gettin Better

So I finally took off some of the strips of tape that go up and down the incision. I was told to keep them on and just let them fall off on their own but I can't wait anymore. It is disgusting to think I have not washed the area under the tape for a month. I only took it off in places that are mostly healed and don't need the tape to hold it together.

I read in my little book of "gastric bypass info" that the pulling apart does not happen very often. It only happens in 20 percent of patients and only in "severely obese abdomens". Well, I guess that's me. Of course that has to happen to me. Just like they told me that only 10 percent of people wake up from surgery with the tube still down their throat. That was me. He said that the only issues I will have because of the pulling apart is that it will take longer to fully heal and the scar will be worse.

I made some of the cutest birthday cupcakes ever yesterday. I am a bad friend because yesterday was the recipients actual birthday and I sent them yesterday so they will not get there till like 4 days after the celebratory day. It was gonna cost me 45 dollars to ship them overnight. That was not gonna happen. Anywho, making cupcakes without tasting any of the batter is a difficult feat. Then, you have to frost them. Again, no tasting. It sucked donkey balls. Baking was always one of my favoritest things but now it is just one big ball of temptation and torture. I wish I would of taken a picture of them because number one, they were freaking adorable. Number two, it may have been my last hooray with baking.