**cue confetti shaped like Egg Beaters Whites**

I know Ren Man would readily agree he cares not about my brand partnerships.

If Im happy—he’s happy.

He puts up with my nonstop yammering loves to hear about them, but that’s about where it ends.  He rarely voices an opinion.

Except for this time.

When I shared with him I was partnering with Egg Beaters Whites he pretty much lost his mind.

And immediately asked if they’d consider paying me in product.

You see, this photo was *not* staged for the sake of the brand:

Neither was this photo where the child identified my favorite food as Egg Beaters for a school project (upper right corner):

I love my Beaters in every way shape & form I can get them.

Love. Love.

I also know we’ve established you (the royal) arent always lovers of the vlogs.

I ask you to indulge me & make 77 seconds for the snippet below.

If you *dont* giggle in the first 3 seconds you have my permission to click away.

Please to enjoy (& sing along if you know the words).

Now you.

Are you, too, a fan of all things Egg Beaters?
Are you perched on the edge of your office chair seat in excitement at the very thought of my testing recipes for you?
Will you be singing “MizFit loves Egg Beaters!” all day now as I will?

This post is sponsored by the amazing Egg Beaters Whites.  The unabashed LOVE is all my own.

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**cue confetti shaped like triceps**

Subtitle: No Tornado. No cry.

Ahhh People.

Ive been derailed from the workouts PLAYouts over the last month or so.

It has been hotter than the proverbial Mo Fo in the ATX and, quite frankly, I chose (theres that word again) to follow the Tornado’s pre-K lead and do what she wanted to do.

We colored (that didnt work the triceps).We painted our nails in bright circa 1980s flashy colors (that didnt work the triceps).We held hands and walked (ok that mightcould have been cardio had I NOT stopped every 8 steps to grab her by the chin and announce: I COULD EAT YOUR FACE OFF!).We practiced reading (Im woman enough to admit that experience worked my patience—but not my triceps).We giggled, snacked on crap & watched a million movies (That was good for my soul, but didnt work the triceps either).

In summation: it’s time.

I need to get back at it (three cheers for muscle memory!) and this post goes out to all of you who have ever commented, tweeted, emailed or texted me:

What’s your workout today, Miz?? SHARE!!

Here it is.

Im announcing so Im held accountable and resist urge to sit in corner counting down until Tornado returns from her book learning.

Im doing this:

Then Im doing a little of this:

Sure my workout could be longer–but you know me.  Im all about setting myself up for success and THIS I will do.

Because if I dont—youll call me on it.

Right?

Because if I dont Ill feel badly about it because I know you’re playing along at home.

Right?

Are you in to join me?

Will you tire your triceps in solidarity with this getting back to it misfit?

Please to announce yourself in the comments below.

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