Coconut Juice Fruit Popsicles

I have to tell you something you might have not already known….I.LOVE.CROSSFIT. Like OMG, love it . It’s a bit ridiculous how much I love it. The other day, I was having a slightly down day for no real apparent reason, and I knew all it would take to perk me up was going to the gym. Isn’t that weird? I knew that going to the place that would make me feel completely miserable would be the place to put me in a fantastic mood. My gym is so wonderful.

And one of the main reasons to love CrossFit, which I too often forget about, is how it transfers over to daily life. Laura and I installed our window air conditioning units the other day. Like two awesome, single independent women. And I watched as Laura correctly deadlifted her air conditioning unit off the floor, carried it up the stairs, and placed it in the window herself. In no way could she have done that last year before she started CrossFit. So cool. Being strong is so invigorating.

I’m going to schedule two things soon. A massage, just because my muscle are pretty much rocks…minus the great sculpture. And get a pedicure. The calluses I have on my feet and hands are just ridiculous. And slightly embarrassing. Well, I’m not embarrassed because I don’t give a f*ck, but society frowns against poorly cared-for feet. I run on those feet. I box jump with those feet. I squat on those feet. And they are suppose to LOOK GOOD? Are you high society? I hate you. One thing I will definitely never change are the calluses on my hands. I will not paint my nails and I refuse to shave my calluses on my palms. Period. And if someone that I’m interested doesn’t have even more callused hands than mine, we will never work out. Soft hands on a man creeps me out.

Speaking of callused men, I’ve come to a decision. So I have this crush (yes, he does have callused hands. thank god) that I’ve mentioned a couple times. I like him. He’s kind of the sh*t. And on this blog, I’ve always talked about my love life, or lack thereof, so I don’t want to change that. I must write on even if that means awkward moments between the two of us, especially since he reads my blog at times. But I can’t change who I am, or how overwhelming I am, just because I have a crush on someone. Smart move huh? That’s definitely going to get the guy…by talking about him over the internet. Jesus Juli, get your life together.

Oh btw, if you haven’t tried Amy & Brian’s Coconut Juice yet, you have to. Don’t question me, just do it. No added sugar, just pure coconut water. I add it to my protein drinks, drink it instead of water because water is so last year, and bathe it in. I just lied. Check them out.

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