what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Boyfriend got me some new tunes for the iPod last night. He kindly had Adele's 19 (no offense, but... 21 isn't so fresh these days) and Kelly Clarkson's Stronger at the top of the list waiting for my sexy butt to dance to.

No joke, I might spend the entire time at the gym listening to "Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)" on repeat. POWER SONG LIKE WHOA.

Despite only getting around 5 hours of sleep last night, I'm feeling FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC. I might have a different opinion on the matter in a few hours, but for now I'm enjoying the feeling.

In addition to today's all around awesomeness, I had three very pretty numbers staring up at me from between my toes on the scale:

253.0

HANG THE FUCK ON WHILE I GET MY SWAG ON.

I was really starting to think this was impossible. Yesterday felt like all kinds of awful, but it just goes to show how much can change in a matter of hours. New day, new start.

The other day when I was rolling the shit out of my hip flexors, boyfriend and I were discussing exercise methods. I told him I felt like I had hit a wall, and he said that there's no reason why doing 45 minutes of ANY exercise wouldn't lead to weight loss. We had an interesting conversation about intensity and what it means to challenge one's self. I won't lie, it's been on my mind all week.

When I woke up this morning my right hip flexors were aching more than usual, but my friends on Google were kind enough to provide me with stretching exercises to make it feel better. Stretching + a minute of upper leg massage and I was walking around LIKE A BOSS.

Can't wait to run today.

PS - I am a salad-making pro. Cranberry, mandarin, feta, balsamic on spinach. BOOM SHAKA-LAKA.