Inspiration around every corner!

I think theres inspiration around every corner.
I always start my day the same way. One very large cup of Extra Bold coffee, an herbalife chocolate peanut shake, 1/2 grapefruit, and a ton of water.
Class was great today! I felt like I did a great service for my clients rear ends (and my own) and had felt like I started the day right. Its funny how you miss a day or two of working out and your body literally "freaks" out....
Today, when I went home for lunch, sitting on my counter were left over fudge mint brownies....I made them for a Hanukkah dinner party. Andie's mints melted over warm fudge brownies (slightly euphoric)....starving, I reached for them. "Screw it, I just worked out!" And then I remembered what I would tell one of my clients, "If you eat that brownie, you might as well not have gone to the gym this morning." Before I could think, I threw them in the sink, and because I would've reached in the sink and taken them out (they were on the FOIL!!!) I ran hot water on them. I ran hot water on those brownies until they were unrecognizable. I felt like I did a service to my ass, and felt motivated to continue with my daily progress.
Today after my brownie encounter, I fit into pants I hadn't worn since pre pregnancy (pre nine month old), and then when I went to get in the car too fast at a certain angle, I busted the seam in my pants....maybe I should've waited another month or so. Motivation....I will not order from Bageltowne tonight.
I had to go to Target before class for new pants....I went into the men's section....yes I did...THE MEN'S SECTION! (Just in case you thought you hadn't read it right). And bought a very comfy pair of dark grey Champion sweat pants. Then I threw three (WOMEN'S) shirts, bras, and some other unnecessary items into the basket. I went into the dressing room pushing the cart with my left hand, and holding my split seam in my right. When the woman told me I could only take six items into the dressing room, I showed her the split in my pants and gave her a look...and she got it.
I was so happy that all the shirts fit! Yes!! Jack Knifes and planks are absolutely doing their damn job!! Not to mention "sweating like a man" tread mil sessions and watering brownies in my kitchen. Then, it was time to take off the pants.
My friends, if you ever think that your ass looks good...please walk into the dressing room in Washingtonian Shopping center Target, strip down to your undies and look behind you. J-Lo would have another thing coming to her. I swear my ass doesn't look like that in my bathroom mirror!! There's no way. I would never leave the house if it did. Why would the CEO of target ever allow such awful mirrors in this dressing room. Doesn't he realize what he's doing?! If he wants to increase his revenue, he better adjust these mirrors!! You catch more honey with sugar, right?!
But thinking about it, maybe Mr. CEO target was onto something. As the smell of fresh popcorn was popping upstairs in the extremely classy target cafe, I had not an ounce of desire to cheat. Instead, I walked out in my new men's champion sweat pants....that completely hid the ass that I saw in the Target mirror. There was no way I was putting back on the split pants and I had an entire speech to give to the number lady at the counter. But when I walked out, she was gone, and an older woman had taken her place. So, I saved my peach, smiled and said, "I'll take them all. Thank you!"
Water bottle in hand, I walked past the fresh popcorn to the check out stand, ripped off the tags from my new pants and shirt (on my body, not in the cart). And left Target confident that next time I came back, the mirror and I would have a better encounter.