working out

So I've been working out with my husband. Four days a week he puts me through the wringer on our Total Trainer. (He says it should be five but something always comes up thank god!)

The problem is, this is what I think about while working out. 

I wanna make them NOW!

I start thinking, hmmmm. what if you made little balls of cream cheese frosting, froze them, then wrapped the cake pop goop around them......

Then It's my turn to do pull ups on a setting I would rather not discuss and while doing my pull ups and chest presses I think back fondly on my oldest boys birthday cake.

Which was amazing!

The moistest chocolate cake with fluffy marshmallowy 7minute frosting and coated in ganche.

Then its time for more chest and back exercises because, today is chest and back day. And I fantasize about the turnovers I made this weekend. 

Thinking of their flaky buttery goodness sends a shiver down my spine while I do my best to choke down my protein drink that will leave my mouth tasting of artificial sweetener for the rest of the day. 

Thanks

Thanks to all who put up with my bitch fest yesterday. Sometimes it's just what you need to feel some relief!

I went for a run today. If you can call it that. I walk then pick out something in the distance and run to it, then I walk more. There was this one sprint where I thought "Wow! That last run was super long!" Then I realized that the same song was still on my mp3 player. It was a Ramones song which means I couldn't have been running for more then a minute and a half. It looked far, but I guess it wasn't. Still I was active for about an hour and it felt good. Except for the five minutes or so that breeze stopped and I got to feel the full force of the 88 degree weather and the blazing hot sun. I thought my ears were melting.

I look hilarious when I exercise. My face turns into a tomato and I sweat like Niagara Falls. My husband is always impressed with how much sweat I produce. He has told me that he wishes he would sweat that much. He thinks it would feel satisfying. It takes like an hour after exercise for my face to return to it's naturally pasty pale complexion. My mother calls it peaches and cream. Gotta love her.

Do any of you have those problems? Or do you all look fresh as Daisy's after working out?