Royal Wedding Workout

Silly fairytales…

Ever since I was little, like many other girls, I watched all those Disney movies and fantasized about what it’d be like to become a princess someday.

I feel it important to randomly add- I also wondered how all those girls kept getting themselves into trouble. Seriously- you can’t even turn around for a MINUTE before someone gets poisoned. Or locked in a tower.

There is an occasional “spazz” moment or two that I’ll own up to, but even I’m smarter than that.

Plus, if there’s anyone who’s a subscriber to the motto “shit happens”, it’d be me. But come on, Aurora, you shouldn’t be playing with random needles you stumble across anyway. They even taught us in D.A.R.E. that would be a poor choice. Pay attention.

But I’m straying from the subject. As a little girl, I liked everything revolving around Disney princesses.

I also grew up getting to flip through old celeb magazines (and, ahem, maybe a National Enquirer or two) my aunts would bring out for my grandma after they were done reading them. This happened to be the time where Princess Di was featured in every other one of them.

Combine these two things. The end result? A 4:00 meeting at the gym with Mon to watch the royal wedding live.

Mon doesn’t ever do morning workouts with me during the week, so there were doubts if she’d show up (sorry Mon, it’s true). But sure enough, I woke up and checked my phone. The text “Get ur butt up! Time for the gym!” reassured me.

After work yesterday, I made it to the gym for a 2-mile run at 8:22 pace (hooray!) and 15 minutes on the stairs along with some free weights. I’ve been known to bust out some crazy awesome runs at early hours, but this morning was much more relaxed. 15 minutes on the elliptical as I watched the princes arrive, and 30 minutes walking at an incline as the rest of the family showed up (long live the Queen!).

As you can see, nothing too intense. But then again, a real princess never sweats, right?

Kate arrived right before it was time to head out and get ready for work. Of course she was gorgeous. And the dress spectacular. However, I do have to say I expected a longer train to the dress.Nothing like starting my Friday morning off with a coffee, some oatmeal and a royal wedding.

Standard, right?

My friend Mary said she was getting up early to watch so she could get ideas for her own wedding in June.

I told her I expect nothing less than a red carpet and tiaras for everyone.

Knowing Mary and her love of all things glitter, if she could have it this way, she would. Fact.

I need to tell her to invite Prince Harry to the wedding. From all the rumors floating around, he seems like he’d be quite fun to party with.

So he really needs to call me.

Until then, have a happy weekend everyone!

Not Fair

Glad to hear I’m not the only one who thought snow in April was a little obnoxious. And uncalled for.

Granted, it all melted by the time lunch rolled around- but it’s the principle of the matter. It’s just not fair.

But many things in life aren’t fair.

Sort of like the monopoly the cafeteria in my building has on prices.

I forgot my salad dressing. So I had to buy a packet from the cafeteria.Ranch was one of few options. Oh darn.

I had no qualms with it. Me and my vinaigrettes get along fabulously most days. But that ranch dressing is goooooood. As is my latest read- When You are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. He has a quirky humor that I can appreciate. Not laugh out loud funny, but I have found myself smirking throughout my entire lunch hour.

Where was I? Oh yes- life’s not fair. I know this because I paid 55 cents for that stupid packet when I had a perfectly good bottle of dressing sitting at home waiting to be taken to work. That 55 cents is roughly 1/3 of how much I paid for that entire bottle of salad dressing last weekend (thanks to a dangerous combo of a sale and a coupon- I’m so savvy).

Pricey mistake if you do this on a regular basis. That shiz adds up. And yes, I watch my lunch budget that closely.

One thing I should be watching more carefully is my morning routine. I turned off the alarm to get me up and do The Shred. Then I turned off the alarm to get me up at my normal time. I finally got up right before the line of “Amy will look and smell clean” and “Amy will look like a wreck and forget half her makeup”.

Guys have it so easy. It’s really not fair.

Sleeping in has become a nasty little habit as of late (if you hadn’t noticed). Maybe my downstairs neighbors will be thankful that I’m pushing my 20-minute workout to 6:30 at night instead of 5:30 in the morning? You’re welcome. I don’t know who you are because you are terribly anti-social, but you’re welcome.

Today I’m blaming part of my sleep in on the Royal Wedding. And Lifetime. Neither of which I am overly obsessed with, but when you combine the two and get a cheesy movie about William and Kate’s love story?

I was sucked in. And am pretty sure that if anyone had called after it was over, I would have answered with a British accent. It’s so much more elegant than my own- a weird combination of subtle country drawl (or as my friend once told me, my “closet hick accent”) and random “Chicagoan” words/phrases.

Sometimes life just isn’t fair.

So yes, to get back to the subject, I’m blaming the Royal Wedding for me missing my appointment with Jillian Michaels this morning.

That or maybe the fact that it’s Tuesday? And I’d much rather stay in bed…

Stupid Tuesdays.