25 grams of Maltodextrin
15 grams Dextrose
23 grams Whey

I feel like I drank a keg of coffee. I’m wired and literally dizzy. Almost like I’m drunk.

I only got in 30 minutes of cardio. I did a Firm video this morning. It wasn’t nearly as challenging as it was 60lbs ago but I still got an OK workout. At least it was a change in routine. That never hurts. Though my knees didn’t take too kindly to the lunges and jumping stuff.

I was going to do 30 on the Arc before weights but something happened and I couldn’t focus nor sit on that thing for 30 minutes, no way, no how. Not after this happened:

I go to fill up my water bottle. Mr. Walking Pheromone comes over and asks me if we won the lottery. I’d asked his birthday last time I saw him. Told him mine was broken and I needed new lottery numbers. It was actually my way of getting to talk to him AND find out his sign because I like the Astrology stuff.

I inform Mr. Walking Pheromone that no, we didn’t win Mega Millions but it’s OK because no one else did either. He tells me how he had a dream about me. I ask him if I won. I nearly pass out when Mr. Walking Pheromone tells me it was a “naughty” (his words not mine) dream about us. Then he goes, “True story.”

Of course idiot me who can never think of anything good to say says something totally and utterly ridiculous and open to extremely negative interpretation like, “It’s not a true story, it was a dream.”

Duh. How stupid can a person be? I’ve lusted after this guy for literally a year now, and I nearly tell him to f-off?

I get on the Arc and am like OMFG. I can’t stop smiling. Then my mp3 player freezes. Then I get off the Arc. I gotta go tell Mr. Pheremone that what I meant to say was, “Show me.”

And that’s just what I did.

So, only 30 minutes of cardio today. I figure I’ll make it up eventually. A different form of cardio than the Arc, but hey, it’s good to mix things up a bit. Kinda gotta shock the body out of homeostasis every now and then. :)