Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday. What am I gunna do with you. I think Amy Poehler would know... [source] I know I'm a few years behind the times, but I recently discovered the amazingness of Parks & Rec. Baby Mama and Mean Girls are probably my favorite movies of all time so it shouldn't have surprised me that I would love anything Amy Poehler is in. Yesterday we FINALLY had a break through in this never ending New England winter. Sunny and 75 ...55, but hallelujah Spring is on the horizon! Now that it is oh-fficially April, that means that the Fitfluential #FFMARCHMILES has reached it's end. Every month Fitfluential hosts a different fitness challenge and March was all about the mileage. 100 miles spent either walking, running, or hiking for the month of March. I ...
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#FFMARCHMILES Check-In
Bonjour! Can't you tell I'm brushing up on my francais for Paris this Summa?! Har. Har. I think I have a little work ahead of me to not stand out like an American in Paris. I'm thinking I'll just wear some socks with my sandals with a shirt that says I <3 Paris to fit in as much as I can. Let me start off by saying I have the best Daddy-O ever. After scouring the freezer aisles for the peanut butter cup Yasso bars, who stops by to drop off a box like NBD?! Papa John knows the way to my peanut butter heart. Remember Valentine's Day? What more could a girl ask for?! The only thing that broke my little peanut butter nutrition heart was the fact that they contained partially hydrogenated fat aka trans fat. A dietitians (and really EVERYONES) kryptonite. Granted ...
Which is Better: Running or Walking?
[source] This is a pretty accurate depiction of how I feel that it is already Wednesday. I got more Whoopie! in my Wednesday than Sister Act. So how are YOU doin' my little love muffins! How's your week going so far? Hot? Cold? Yes? No? As I type this I am hoping that tomorrow will be a complete blizzard or that we get absolutely nothing. There's nothing worse than getting up at 5 to realize you could have slept in for another whole hour. Then drive up a treacherous mountain crossing your fingers the car in front of you keeps up the 10 mile an hour pace and the 17 year old zipping down the road knows not to brake on a turn. Phew, that was a wrist full. So everyone do me a favor and wear your PJs inside out for me. Fanks. Welp, I wish I had more excitement to share with you ...
