Fat Tuesday

So obviously I don't celebrate Mardi Gras but I most definitely celebrated the day called "Fat Tuesday" even though I have no idea what the real thing is about... ANYWAY today was one of those days where I came to the realization that over the last several weeks, my diet has taken the road straight to H E double hockey sticks. I could barely run two miles because I am definitely not fueling my body correctly! And not being able to run two miles is a super bad thing because I have Ragnar next weekend. Gulp. I am prepared to suffer and at least I can acknowledge that any suffering I go through that weekend is my fault (and maybe Ryan's too, since most days I'd rather hang out with him than run).

What I'm getting at is that I am doing a diet overhaul. No more of this cheese crisp and/or nachos for dinner every night (no really, that's how it's been) and instead I will stuff myself of fruits and veggies. Smoothies will make a comeback. Cookies will take a back seat. (Sob!) I cannot go into this coming summer looking like an overstuffed sack of potatoes or a busted can of biscuits. Because that is how I felt today when I tried to run. It was awful. And embarrassing. And frankly I was disappointed in myself. I'm (almost) a physical therapist assistant, for crying out loud! I am supposed to be an example to my patients of health and physical activity. How can I tell them to exercise if I barely do it myself? It's a travesty. Anyway. That was my epiphany for today and I hope you've enjoyed this run on post that has no structure or meaning whatsoever.

On one last note: it will be nice to FINALLY celebrate valentines day this year. Ever since I've turned 16, this week has always been the dreaded singles awareness day. Which is why Thursday will kind of be weird for me, and why I still haven't completely warmed up to the idea of valentines day. Oh well. There's a first time for everything!!

My sisters's secret talent.

Okay if you just ate or you don't find bathroom humor hilarious like I do then stop reading right now. You've been warned.

Last night my sisters and I got into one of our frequent crazy moods, in which everything is funny and we cannot stop laughing. Basically if anyone outside the family saw us this way, they would be on the phone with the mental hospital within ten seconds.

So Chic is laying on her back, when all of a sudden she says "Shh you guys, be quiet" and does something so ridiculous and so amazing that you probably won't believe me.

She sucked up air into her butt, and then promptly pushed it back out, creating the most magnificent fart I've ever heard.

First of all, how the HECK does one suck air up into their butt?!?! Like, I can't even. Only in my family, right?

Second of all, how did she even find out that she could do this? Was she like, you know what. I'm bored. I wonder if I can suck air into my butt and then fart it back out?

Anyway, needless to say, we spent the next ten minutes laughing and crying as she did it over and over and over again until she couldn't do it anymore because her abs hurt.

I told her she should go on America's Got Talent because honestly, she is gifted.

Only at the Clouse House.