So let’s talk about the subject I so have been avoiding…The CrossFit Open. This time last year I was crapping my pants on a regular basis, more nervous than I knew was possible for doing the workout in my own gym, all because I was hoping to make it to Regionals. This year, I get a little nervous because I know the workout is going to hurt, then after the workout, I go out for day drinking. And gluten free pizzas. Obviously. Like Sunday.

I don’t look at the leader board, I don’t compare my score to anyone, and I don’t workout like my life depends on it. I rest when I feel like resting, I complain mid workout, then I smile after. It’s actually quite relaxing not worrying about Regionals. As much as I absolutely love CrossFit and love competing, it’s nice to be a 24 year old for a little. To do fun things, be more comfortable in my own skin, and not fret over missing a workout. I love it.

Anywho, here is a recap on how I’ve done on the 2 CrossFit Open workouts.

  • 13.1- 162 reps
  • 13.2- 278 reps

Well, that was boring. Glad we got that out of the way early.

If you’re bummed the Bachelor is over because now you have nothing to talk about with your girlfriends, here is a blog to entertain those feelings. And now you’ll have something else to talk about with them. Like how hilarious this man is. Yep, you heard me right. This man wrote a blog about the Bachelor. He’s a cool husband. Here’s a line from his finale blog post: ‘Army Brat had some weird dress technology going where she was able to make her boobs vanish.  Look, rule of thumb.  Want to make a man regret dumping you, have your boobs in line.  Where did they go?’ I like him. He’s mean. And funny. Those people are the best kind of people.

Do you ever get disappointed in yourself when you go to Whole Foods and have absolutely no clue where to throw away each particle of trash you have? Ugh. I feel that disappointment every time. So really, I’m disappointed AND broke at least 2 times a day. Why do I do this to myself?

I need new tennis shoes. Like, bad. These ones smell worse than I knew possible. After a workout, while I’m driving home, I have to roll down the windows. Even in the snow. The smell takes over. And not to mention, there are some definite holes being created within my shoes. Why do my feet have to be so excessively sweaty? And why do I have to run funny? My shoes would last a lot longer if this was not the case.

I think I’m going to get laser hair removal. I want to bad. Pretty much on my entire body. But that will be mucho expensive, so I will have to start saving. Who needs a savings account when you can feel like a hairless cat? Answer, no one.

You know what would be perfect with these meatballs? My meat sauce. True story.

When the f*ck is a new episode of New Girl going to be on?! I’m starting to get pissed off.

Sorry for the random Friday. But I get more ADD as the week goes on. #sorryfornotbeingactuallysorry

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Turkey Basil Artichoke Meatballs (egg free, nut free)
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  • 1 pound ground turkey
  • 1 (14 ounce) can of artichoke hearts, diced
  • ¼ yellow onion, finely diced
  • 4-5 tablespoons fresh basil, finely chopped
  • 1 teaspoon dried parsley
  • salt and pepper, to taste
  • 1 teaspoon fat of choice (I used bacon fat)

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Place skillet over medium heat, add fat of choice, then add diced onions and artichoke hearts.
  3. Move artichoke hearts and onions around in the pan and cook until onions are translucent. Remove from heat and let cool.
  4. Once they are cooled, in a large bowl, mix together ground turkey, artichoke hearts and onions, and the rest of the ingredients. Mix well.
  5. Make 18 same sized meatballs. I used an ice cream scoop then shaped them with my hands. Duh.
  6. Place on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper.
  7. Bake for 15-20 minutes until cooked through.
  8. Eat up. With veggies. With meat sauce. With dipping sauce. With anything really. Your hands for gosh sakes.