Permission to be willing to stand in line for 2 hours to get the iPhone 5
It's here.  I'm willing.  I'm going today.  This has been the longest coming phone in life.  Would you just get it and shut up about it already?!  Today, Peeps, today.

Permission to wonder where in the H-e-double hockey sticks these bug bites are coming from
On my legs, on my legs...well mostly just one my legs but they're annoyballs.

Sidenote: I always try to find pictures for my blog so I started googling, "Bug Bites."  Seriously?  Why did I do that?  Disgust.

Permission to think my dad is so cute in his new Jeep
After driving the Hewlett Packard issued Ford Tauruses for about 20 years I think he deserves to choose his own car.  He's as excited as a 16 year old in his new ride.  Good job Dad.  If I could have I would have bought it for you.

I forgot to take a picture of him in it :(

Permission to want this tattoo so bad
I want it on the other side of my foot but I'm too scared because:
1.  It will hurt right on the bone
2.  I don't have any tattoos
3.  Will it be ok to have that if I'm trying to be a principal someday?
4.  My feet are not pretty but I can't think of another place I want it.




Permission to really love my house
It's pretty small but I love it.  It's so homey...which is good because it my home(y) Homie.  Oh, I kill myself.  I'm embarrassed for you Katie.  I'm hilar.  Anyway, now that I finally have pictures on the wall...3 years later, I'm so content here.

Permission to judge people who don't get my Breakfast Club references. 


Permission to hate vertical blinds
Oh I already said that?  I still hate them.

Permission to think I have the BEST bosses
I don't know why I always get so lucky.  I came from a boss who was an amazing Jedi TO a boss who is just as fabulous.  I always learn so much.  High five to my great, great bosses past and present!

Permission to think this is beautiful and looks like a ridiculous waste of time all at once
Those are layers and layers of icing in that honeycomb pattern.  Wow.

I'm finally in some much needed therapy.
Thank God Katie.  We've been telling you for years.  

Save your jokes, funny friends.

PHYSICAL therapy.

I learned 5 things while I was there.  I didn't actually learn 5 things while I was there.  I can currently think of 3 but I feel like 5 is a much better number of things to learn so I'll have to do some quick thinking as I type...

5.  I sprained a part of my ankle that is virtually impossible to sprain.  
What can I say?  I've always been something of an overachiever.  Umm, that's not what your high school GPA said.  <---Sidenote: Do you think it's funny when I "talk for you" in italics or do you think I'm displaying some schizophrenic tendencies by having pretend conversations with noone?

4.  Your tendons are the ends of your muscles..
They're like little tiny snakes coming off the end of your muscle.  That's what the very smart, smart physical therapist taught me.  If there are any actual doctors (or anyone who knows anatomy) reading this and knows I'm super wrong, I'm embarrassed.  Until then, that's true.  Tendons or the little legs at the end of your muscles.

3.  ASTYM hurts so good!
It's this hard plastic tool and they dug into my skin (just on the surface, they didn't make me bleed or anything) to break up all of the scar tissue that has formed during my past 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ankle sprains that were not properly cared for.


Anyway, they dug and it HURT but it was a good hurt.  Come on baaaaaaaby, make it hurt so good! <---- I love me some John Mellencamp.  Ahh, memories of dancing in my living room with my mama.  Ok, I'm leaving Memory Lane now.  Back to our regularly scheduled program.

2.  Picking up marbles with your toes is harder than it looks.  
I also had to do this exercise where I scrunch up a towel over and over with my toes.  Ouch!  It was muy dificil.

That's not me but that's what I did.  Try it.  It's tricky!

Saving the best for last...

1.  Crossfit is GOOD for my ankles. 
Oh yes, you read that right.

Here's my conversation with my physical therapist as I was giving her my history.
"So, I've sprained my ankle several times.  Actually both of them.  Every morning I used to walk like I was 90 years old for the first 10 minutes of the day because my ankles were so tight and in pain. However, after I started Crossfitting the pain almost went away completely."

"Really?  You know why?  What you were doing is probably naturally breaking up that scar tissue and getting blood flowing to there.  Keep Crossfitting.  It's really good for you!"

So...what did my Doctor prescribe?
Crossfit


What did I learn?
Ongoing aliments shouldn't stop us.  We have to move it or lose it (and when I refer to "it" I mean the function of our bodies).  You may think I'm being dramatic but put the cookie down and move it Friends!

You'll thank me some day!

Wow, Katie, you're really on a high horse right now.

Yeah, I almost 1/2 way through my current Whole 30.  I feel amaze balls.  And I went back to CF480 for the first time in days weeks month.  So, yes, I'm on my high horse and the view from up here is fabulous :)

This is a great quote about Using it or Losing it.  That's why I posted it...ish.

She's a strong woman whose love is boundless.


And I, in turn, have been blessed with a sister and a best friend for the rest of my life.  Danielle, my sister, has enriched my entire life.  She is the most kind-hearted person I know.  Her heart breaks for people who are having a hard time.  She goes out of her way to do little things to let the people in her life know they are important.

Her care for other people, even total strangers, is boundless.  She'll see a story on the news and the next thing we know she's rummaging through her house to help a family who needs baby clothes for their newborn.

And, I find it completely amazing, but she still doesn't know how beautiful she is but anyone who knows her knows.  Inside and out she is gorgeous.  Sometimes I have to stop and remember that I really get to keep her, as my sister, forever.  How lucky am I?


I love you 1/2 D, my sister, forever and ever.  I can't believe we've known each other for 12 years.  It feels like a lifetime.  I can't imagine one day without you in my life.  You are everything good.  And 30 looks fabulous on you.  

I'm ready to start.  Why?  Because I'm too far from the very healthy lifestyle I was living for a while and need to get back to it.  Time to make some changes!
But...before I do, time to do some things I hate.

We all knew that this was part of The Whole 30 Challenge:
1.  Get weighed
2.  Test Body Fat
3.  Take Before Pictures
4.  Do the WOD-Pre and Post

In fact some of my girlfriends and I had already e-mailed back and forth about it, "I don't want Derek testing my body fat.  That's making me not want to do it."  "The Before pictures, alone, are enough to make me stick with it."

I wasn't crazy about doing any of this either.

Perhaps you've read about my total and utter anxiety slight dislike about doing things like telling people all of those things listed above.

I had come to terms with it though.  I was in.  Doing The Whole 30...with my gym...all together.

So...there I was.  I gathered up my courage for Derek to weigh me in and do all the rest of the crap gather the rest of the necessary information.  There are about 7 people standing around, mostly fit fit girls.   This is a medical scale.  It stand upright and you have to physically move the little block over to the next number and then slide the level.  It's not one of those that you can cover the number with your foot.

He says, "Ok, hop on the scale."  I do. And I look over so I can get off real quick and he's chatting with other people and I'm standing on the scale and he's chatting and I'm standing there with my weight displayed for the world Crossfit 480 to see.  I waited for about 8 minutes on that scale...ok it was probably 45 seconds (I may or may not have a slight tendency to exaggerate things when they are negatively affecting me).

Then he yells out, "Ok, what is it?" and gets ready to write it down.  I look at him like, Are you high?  I'm not just going to yell out my weight to you.  So I quietly go over and whisper it to him.

Then he does my body fat testing with some fancy pants device.  He puts this goo on the machine and puts it on my tricep.  Then my stomach.  Then my hip.  Then my quad.  I didn't die.  My body fat percentage is on the high side of healthy but not overweight or obese which made me happy.

Moving on...here's the climax of this story.  Wait for it...
I had worn a white shirt under my regular gym tank because I was going to show the white shirt in my before pictures because it shows more flaws. And in your Before picture you want my flaws.

I'm ready to take off my gray tank and stand in my white one for the before picture.

Derek says, "Ok, do you want to go in the bathroom because I need the before picture in a sports bra."
I literally started laughing.  "Absolutely not," I say with the straightest face ever.
He laughs.  I'm sure because he knew I was going to say that.
"No, I'm not doing that.  What's my other option?"
"That's the only option Katie."
"I'm not doing that," I say in my most firm teacher voice.
He says, "Ok, ok, you can take them at home if you want."
"Done."

Let's take a before picture in your sports bra...shaking my head...umm no Sir.  Granted my before pictures now look better than my before pictures from a year ago, but still, no.

PS.  I went home and took the pictures.  Actually I had my best friend take them.  And I am a HUGE advocate of ongoing pictures...so DO IT.  But you do NOT have to let your trainer at the gym take them.  ;)  Hopefully your before and afters will be opposite of Arnis but I think wearing an animals teeth around your neck always add something to photos, don't you?

A whole bunch of people at Crossfit 480 are starting The Whole 30.  So, of course I jumped on board because:
A.  I'm a little competitive and I think I could actually win this
B.  I LOVE how I feel after a strict Whole 30 so I just needed a little motivation
C.  I'm excited that my whole gym is doing it because we can help commiserate with each other.

So...here's what I have done to prepare for my Whole 30.
Eat everything in sight.  <---True statement.  I don't know what the hell my problem is but I really did that...for almost a week.
Chicken enchiladas?  Sure
Dairy Queen (even with my knowledge of what is in that non-ice cream)?  Yes
Wine?  Definitely
Cookies?
Taco Bell?  Yep, I ran for that Border.

A whole lotta crap? Yes

Boooooo to Katie and her VERY bad food decisions.

How do the rest of you feel when you put garbage in your bodies?   I FELT LIKE CRAP.  My allergies are out of control, stomach issues...so much drama with the K-A-C.

Lessons I know that you don't have to tell me:
1.  Katie, you're starting this challenge to get MORE healthy not sabotage your help and then get more healthy.
I know.
2.  You already know that food makes you feel like crap and you still eat it?
I know.
3.  You type all this information to us about how we should all eat Whole/Real food and yet you spend a week eating pretend garbage?
I know.

I know.  I KNOOOOOWWWWWWW  BLOG READERS!  I feel guilty typing this but I would feel more guilty letting all of you think I was perfect all the time.

What's that you say?  You still think I'm perfect.  Awe, thanks ;)

Permission to HATE this Dell
Hate.  Hate.  Hate.  There's nothing wrong with it, per se, but it's not a Mac and I don't know how to work it...and it's ridiculously heavy.  There, I said it.  I hate it and I don't think I'm going to "learn to love it" like my mom said I would about broccoli.  Guess what.  I like my new PC as much as I like broccoli and that's not at all.

Permission to be OVERLY excited about an upcoming camping trip...
And when I say "camping" I mean in a cabin with bathrooms and a fireplace and several queen beds.  I feel like a 4 year old waiting for Santa!  SO EXCITED.  I should probably get out more.

Permission to feel sorry for myself and my craptastic ankles
Yeah I think God gave me bad ones.  It's not my fault and you should feel sorry for me too.  If you do, I'll try and pretend I feel sorry for you next time you complain.

Permission to STILL not have a new phone.  
Nope.  Still.  And I really can only help you out if you only want to know the time to the closest minute not the hour because I can't see the hour anymore.  I tell ya, I am one classy lady.

Permission to start branching out to new restaurants...starting now.
I admit it.  I'm a chain girl.  I love me some Cheesecake Factory, Chipolte, Paradise Bakery...you name the chain that's in ever city of the US and I'm there.  But as it turns out there are some pretty fab restaurants that are not chains.  I went to one tonight.  Delish food.  Not a chain.  Thank you Humble Pie for helping me see the error of my ways.  Well actually thank you Brandon for that and thank you Humble Pie for providing us some fab food.

PS.  A goal for this year is going to be to learn to spell the word restaurant.  Every single time I get it wrong.  

Permission to be super annoyed by overtly attention seeing behavior.
Look at me! Look at me!  It's all about me all the time.  <---That's annoyballs.  Excuse me while I post this blog that is...all...about...me.  Ok, so I'm annoyballs too.

I can't wait to tell you this story.  I'm not sure why I get excited to tell you about what a lame I am but I do.

Forever I have joked that my brother tells the most detailed stories in life.  "So, then there was this ant and he was walking across the street.  I wondered where he was going..." 
"Tom can we get back to the story about you surfing please?!"

In this instance, because of his detail-oriented story telling, I feel that he may do my story better justice than ,I but he doesn't have a blog because he's thinks they're super lame he's too busy so I'll go ahead.

"What should we do with the kids today?  The trampoline place or The Children's Museum."
"Let's let Philip decide."
Philip, much like his father, really ponders this decision.  "Well, I weawwy wove the Children's Museum but I WOVE Jumpstreet.  Wet's go to Jumpstreet!" <---I wish he would say those l's as w's forever but I know that someday his l's are going to come in...and on that day, I'll be sad.

Off we went to Flip Dunk (another trampoline place like Jumpstreet).


If you've never been to one of these places, it's a kid's dream come true.  The whole place is covered in trampoline's and you just bounce all over the place.  There an area for bouncy basketball.  There's an area for bouncy dodge ball.  There's an area to just bounce.  


For adults, you can't help but think of how dirty it must be with all those shoe and sockless feet bouncing all over the place.  But if you can get past that, it's SO fun and a good way to get your heart rate up. 

So, we get our wrist bands and get to jumping.  We're all having a blast.  Philip is trying to run up the side of the wall.   Tom is showing all of the 7 year-old kids what a cool "old guy" he is by doing back flips and nailing them with dodge balls.  I'm illegally sneaking Lily into the very clearly marked CLOSED gymnastics area. 

Later into our jump session Tom and the kids are off jumping.  I think it would be a fun idea to jump across the whole place.  Now, there are trampolines but every few feet they are seperated by wood or metal covered by mats.  So, I had done it before.  I just get a big spring and jump from one trampoline to the next.

Off I go.  BIG jump from one, on to the next.  BIG jump from that one onto...the mat.  I don't even know which way my ankle twisted but I was immediately screaming in agony.  I'm looking at Tom through the mesh wall and he's asking a little girl he just knocked over if she was all right.

A pimple faced 14 year-old runs over to see if I'm all right.  I tell him to get my brother.

Tom comes back and immediately moves in to big brother mode, "Katie, don't move.  Just stay right there.  I'm going to pick you up."
"Tom you are insane.  You're not going to pick me up...on a trampoline...and carry me off.  No."
Tom picks me up.
I almost jump out of his arms.
"Seriously Tom?"

Over walk the owner of Flip Dunk to assess the situation.  I didn't take a gander around but I'd assume that everyone in the place was staring at us.

Tom's trying to help me and wrangle the kids.
"Philip, take your sister's hand and do not let go over it.  Follow Daddy.  Aunt Katie got hurt." <--Awe, how sweet.  Yeah, hang on to that thought...for a few more minutes.

2 different mid-voice change teenagers come over and are holding my arms over them.  The owner is behind her saying, "Now really support her.  Don't let her go."

The 2 boys are rolling their eyes at their boss as they are guiding me down from the death traps trampolines.

At this time I catch Tom's eye, he's trying not to laugh at me and he says, "You're being put on everyone in this place's team right now."

We sit down, "Katie, you are so embarrassing.  I know you're embarrassed but think about how I feel.  I'm the cool guy who can do EVERYTHING here.  I can back flip, dominate at dodge ball and my sister is the lame who breaks her ankle."

The final result...ANOTHER badly sprained ankle.  So far I'm at 1 or 2 sprains on my right and I think this is the 5th to my left.  Yes, I'm a bit accident prone but that's what makes me so lame endearing.

At least I have the most sympathetic brother in the world,  "And then you were just laying on the floor of the trampoline place..."