I get to work today and a grown ass man is sitting in his car blasting that Soldja Boy Supaman song. I guess I am not alone in the fact that I freaking love that stupid song? Everytime I hear it I just want to shake, shake, shake my rump. I mean check out these lyrics – pure poetry, right! Believe me, it’s a good running song. And who would have ever thought the only instrument you needed on a song was one of those Caribbean metal drums:

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)(chorusx4)

[Verse 1:]Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat Hoe
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance(Now You)
I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"

I'll spare you the rest of the lyrics. Anyway. It’s Friday, thank the good lord. I am taking a half day today. I still feel sick. Just really weak and nauceous (editors note: No I am not pregnant mom.) Gary and I went to a 1.5 hour yoga class last night. I felt kind of light headed and sick during some of the poses, but my body feels so much better. I had been feeling so tight and stiff. My hammies were all crunked up, but today I feel so much looser. Yoga really is the best. I have to make a point to get there once a week. I also have to make a point to run 20+ miles, bike a few hours, lift weights 3 times and swim 3 times. Sheesh when do I go to work!

DDDDDD day is almost here. I stepped on the scale today and was down 2 lbs from yesterday. Thank goodness. I am only 2 lbs above where I was before the holidays, so if I only gained 1 or 2 lbs, that’s not so bad. Today I am 9 lbs above my goal. Skinny jeans have been pulled out of the armoire and are on full display. I will be sliding into those on a daily basis to remind me of where I need to be. Don’t worry these skinny jeans aren’t from high school or anythign stupid like that, they are only 2 summers old. Yes, it’s been 2 years since I was at my fighting weight, egads.

We leave tomorrow for Danville to visit my parents, my skinnyass sister and brother in law (see previous post about their amazing weight loss) and hopefully my other sister and her kids will be in town, but her oldest had his wisdom teeth out on Xmas eve, so they aren’t sure they are making the dive yet.