jaceeritchie’s BodyBlog

I had a blast this Thanksgiving wknd at my brother’s house, whom I haven’t seen in about 2 years. We caught up on the latest goings on, ate to much, relaxed maybe a little bit too much, & watched tons of movies. Just had fun. But now I’m back to hitting the weights hard again, clean eating & tons of cardio… These feeling of guiltiness at being lax are about to dispurse…

I had a bad day yesterday. Just an all out crappy day… I get a lot of negativity posted about me & it hits me hard. I almost quit this website… Then my hubby, both my sisters, and a lot of really good & caring people on this site remind me of why I’m into fitness & to just let the hater’s hate. I’m really thankful for all good people on here that really do care about others and stand as good role models… Appreciate that much guys, you rule! As for the haters, I have a life & your really gonna be hating me when I get to the top & your still stuck in your pathetic little lives, staring at your computer screen, still living with your parents as you choke on peanut butter while your thinking of your next one-liner to the next up & comer fitness guru…

Ok, so I make a stupid mistake & write a forum about an even stupider topic - why guys ask for nudies or try giving out their own when I’m a married woman. (Yes, I have my moments I’m ashamed to say!) I quickly learned my lesson & removed most of the reasons for the hasty retorts that came hailing my way - the majority of my pics. Some of the people were cool, played fair or gave good advice. Some weren’t so much, but whatever… The real reason I’m writing this blog is cause of the response I got from one particularily mean, evil & spiteful jerkof# who’s an embarrassment to society & goes by the name of Crazymix. He writes up his own thread about me & mine, & posts my pics in the teen misc section. Of course you can guess the response he gets by those feeble minded losers, who have no future in the world of fitness with their limited knowledge of how the real world works in regards to basic human curtesy. They all ban together because they lack the one organ neccesary for human reproduction… I really hate spiteful people who can only feel good about themselves by cutting down others. Their just so pathetic!

Just returned from picking up my new treadmill I’ve been waiting awhile to get. My previous one gave out finally, so I’ve been making do with jump roping or stair climbing to get in my needed cardio. But no more! My incredibly wonderful husband gave me the money to go get it for my early Christmas gift… Of course there’s strings attached, but do I care? Hell no, I’d do that anyway! *Big grin* Yep, I’m as excited as any kid opening gifts on Christmas morning! Now I can finally start losing weight again… Thank you Babe!

I am 100% into wrestling Divas that can actually fight! I hate it when I see a wussy bombshell supposedly beating the crap outta a known tuffy - say Melina. Am I the only one who actually wants it to seem realistic? I’d rather see two bad as#’s duke it out, then two powder puffs… Of course I’m imagining myself out there & I’d want matches with the’Big League’ girls… Btw, I’d love a match with Kong!

My experience with profanity is I try to keep it under wraps. Afterall, I have 4 young children & I just recently heard my impressionable 3 year old say, "What the hell!" (Sorry God, I know that’s a reminder from you, but I’m still blaming it on his father!) I’ve never been a huge cusser, but things do slip out here & there. One thing I noticed awhile back is when I’m in my serious weight lifting mode & busting my balls-um-bosum, I tend to really let loose! What’s with that? Does swearing give the strength trainer an extra boost? Does venting towards the last of your set actually channel your aggression into sheer will power? I dunno, but it’s a good thing I have the music cranked up to mask the colorfulness that sets my gym a glow…

My experience with profanity is I try to keep it under wraps. Afterall, I have 4 young children & I just recently heard my impressionable 3 year old say, "What the hell!" (Sorry God, I know that’s a reminder from you, but I’m still blaming it on his father!) I’ve never been a huge cusser, but things do slip out here & there. One thing I noticed awhile back is when I’m in my serious weight lifting mode & busting my balls-um-bosum, I tend to really let loose! What’s with that? Does swearing give the strength trainer an extra boost? Does venting towards the last of your set actually channel your aggression into sheer will power? I dunno, but it’s a good thing I have the music cranked up to mask the colorfulness that sets my gym a glow…

Yes, I’m quite aware my hair is crazy -ss & has a mind of it’s own! For all who are annoyed by it, please don’t look at my pics! I cannot, I repeat cannot get control of it! I’ve tried everything from maximum strength hair spray, bobby pins, gel, braids, (no dreads!) hats, bandanas, even cutting it short, but none of that helps. I’m now seriously contemplating an AA meeting with a hair specialists & since I hear admitting your problem is the first step, this is it…  Jk! Seriously though, my pics have & will continue to have wild, wild hair. You’ve been warned!

I worked my glutes & legs two days in a row a couple days back. I know, I know, but I did it because I couldn’t get it all in one workout & I wanted to shock them into submission and fat loss. I also threw in my killa of an ab workout. Oh my word, I can barely stand, sit, or lay down! If one of my kids bumps into me, I about die! I’m in pure agony! It hurts so bad & yet I absolutely love it! It makes me feel alive, knowing I did some major work on my body. How crazy is that?

This morning I threw a couple eggs into my 1/2 cup old-fashion oatmeal, along with blueberries & strawberries. Technically, I guess I’d have to say I fried it, but in all fairness to myself, it was in only a touch of olive oil & only enough to reduce the appearance of raw egg. It was done in a flash & I dribbled just a few drops of organic honey on the top. That was it; so simple yet so yummy! Tasted like an oatmeal dessert instead of a clean eat…