Put a little funny in your workout

I feel like I have been little miss "this is so hard" whine whine whine for the last 2 weeks. It is hard but anything worth having is so tonight I tell my whiny self to shut it! Laughter is a great way to burn calories.

And the Walking Dead and Aliens and Predators... and any other post apocalyptic scenario...

From now on Cassie and Grace are going to live in my refridgerator.... Calm yourself PETA Peeps, I'm kidding for Cat sake.

BAAAAHAHHHAHAAAAA! I'm going to pretend this is happening every time I do interval running

You're bald. Don't go back to that hair dresser that cut your bangs WAY to short.... again.

That looks like some damn good chicken.... I'd find my inner track star to save it too!

Wait.... this ISN'T how a scale works? I thought gravity was my friend? I feel so betrayed...


<3 Katie
Day 36
199lbs
3 dozen days and a heat wave! I'll be melting like the wicked witch in no time!

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