"I be up in the gym just working on my fitness"

I tend to get songs stuck in everyone's head. Lo siento! At least I didn't use one of the more obnoxious choices in my repertoire. I have many. Though I have to admit, watching your husband strut along to the hot dog song at 6 in the morning is quite hilarious. It was almost worth spilling (fine, spitting) coffee all over the sheets from laughing. By almost, I mean absolutely.

He also does a mean Fergalicious.
So today I shall ramble. Some of you love that. Some of you just want to be fed. Patience darlings, I'll give you a few throwback recipes at the bottom of this post since I'm still editing photos for the new ones. They're worth the wait, trust me!
There have been so many mini-changes in my life lately that I'm still scrambling to fit it all into a routine of sorts. Paul finished his crossfit training this week and has been bringing home torturous WODs and warm-ups for me to add to the 30 Day Shred routine that I started to get myself back on the ball exercise-wise. The plan was originally to do 30DS daily plus a plank-a-day to get me started, then progress on to Ripped in 30 Days (mama wants some muscles; bad!) while adding in some extra strength exercises that I recall from my Power Pump, HITT, and boot camp days. Well somehow in the process a certain pilot has convinced me to sign on to a crossfit family plan...
WHAT THE WHAT?!!?!?!?
Though I was in the best shape of my life pre-baby and continued to work out during much of my pregnancy, I essentially have lost every inch of muscle in my body. I blame the HG and a few bouts of bed rest for the mass atrophy. I can barely do a burpee without feeling like I've been run over by a convoy of tanks. Alas, I'm supposed to start the training course next week. Hold me!
So speaking of burpees, my challenge today (per my lovely husband's persuasion) is to do the warm-up that kicked his booty last night before launching into some Jillian Michaels butt-kickage.
Ok so you know

this song, right?

Wellllllllll, run in place to it.
Every time Mr. Williams and his lovely back-up singers say "happy" do a burpee.
Every. Single. Time.
I'll let you know how that works out for me. Hah!
Oh and food: make it.