EB Nutrition!

Sooooo excited! My nutritionist, EB Nutrition, is finally blogging!!!!

When I was told that I had to lose weight (because of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome), my doc sent me straight to Elizabeth at EB Nurtition — and 60 lbs later, I couldn’t be happier.

Seriously people? She’s rad.
And no. She’s not paying me.

It’s an investment, for sure. But 100% worth it. Best decision my doctor ever made for me and I followed through on :)

Wooooo! Welcome to the blogosphere!

Hard Ass Jane?

Well, fuckin’ a. Duh – I’m a total hard ass.

At Body Pump the other night, a group of giggling girls from a not-so-local high school graced us with their presence. I would say there were a veritable “gaggle” of said girls, all honking in unison at a joke no one else understood cared about.

I got it. Fine. High school girls giggle. In gaggles. It’s just how they do. They are harmless enough. I guess it wasn’t until the end of the class, the cool down, when I had finally had enough. We were all quiet, stretching, lamenting the pain that were in/going to be in the next day. The sappy cool down music was soothing us as we gently released all of our old-people stress. And there they were. Giggling louder than ever. TheyWouldn’tShutTheFuckUp. My evil glares had gone unnoticed. The mimed gun to my head directed was not attracting nearly the reaction I had hoped. So I snapped.

“How about you just shut up?”

Silence.

AWESOME! POWER! I PWN!

I felt bad for like a millisecond until, that is, I realized how lovely it was to finally be pumping in peace.

In the locker room, my class-partner in crime said to me, “Wow! I didn’t know you were such a hard ass, Jane!” My response? “I hated them in high school. I hate them now.”

Stupid high school girls. Gah.