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Well, I went and hit the gym this morning. First time in over a week. Just did cardio. Felt good to have gone in my head but my body didn't seem to agree too much. Think I'm going again on Thursday.
And right now I've sent off a job application form. Fingers crossed I get called for interview.
Also, this coulld be my last summer before finding full time employment. That is kinda scary!
What better way to spend an evening than laptopping by the glow of the Christmas tree lights while watching trashy celebrity news, eating jujubes, kittycat cuddling and warming one's feet by the fire? It's that kind of nasty rain-soaked night that leaves your bones cold long after you've come inside. I woke up with a headache that Tylenol hasn't quite slain -- though it's taken the edge off, I can still feel the pain lurking on the sidelines, plotting its return. It occurred to me that it's probably the lingering effects of the wine I drank last night -- which is pretty sad, since I only had a couple small glasses.
On Wednesday nights my roommate and I have our "date night," which consists of having dinner and watching America's Next Top Model. We take turns cooking and buying wine with the rules that we have to try a new recipe every week and must give the non-cook the opportunity to veto the choice in case it's something they really hate (so far not a problem, since neither of us have met many foods we don't like). cricker81 outdid herself last night with Pork Tenderloin With Onion-Balsamic Sauce and light scalloped potatoes. Yum!
Working a split shift tomorrow with YMCA volunteering in between -- which means 14 hours divvied up between 3 gyms. Huzzah! With all that gym-time on my hands I better damn well get a good workout in -- I tried this afternoon, but my aching head and general wine-related weakness made it a write-off. Between a half-hearted half hour on the elliptical, a few lazy crunches and the feeling that one more push-up might result in total organ failure, I've had better days on the fitness front. C'est la vie!
.It seems like nothing has changed. Nothing except the gas prices. Some things, I suppose. New stores open. Old stores close. Styles change. However, the feeling never changes. The people don't change. Life is still and breathing slowly.
.I came home and kindly reminded my mother of a deal we had--I would come home for the summer to this place and try to find a job and she would, in exchange, pay for my gas and get me a gym membership. She now insists that the gym was never a part of this deal--only gas and Netflix (part of a later conversation). She began an unsolicited attack upon me, being incredibly melodramatic, making fun of me. She told me, yet again, that my standards are too high for a job. In other words, I won't apply at every business in town, just half of them. "You're won't get your hands dirty," she mocked. She actually suggested I work at Wal-mart or Sam's, to which I scoffed. I won't even buy something at Wal-mart unless I have to do so, much less work there. Personally, I'd rather not sell my soul to the devil. The fight reached it's climax when I very angrily shoved in her face the fact that she knows nothing about today's job market and that the job she currently holds isn't exactly the most competitive. Everyone knows the state of Texas will hire almost anyone to be a teacher who has a teaching certification and a bachelor's in anything. It was a low blow, but I was fairly upset. I couldn't believe she was acting this way.
.I had to get away again. Back out into my hometown. A chat with a friend. Dinner at the local franchise of the fried chicken fast food chain known for its emphasis on Christian values. Then I found myself in a park. I grew up in this town, so there are some areas that simply have my footprint all over them. I had been to the park many times before. Sheltered by swaying pines. Children's swingset. Caterpillar shaped monkey-bars. A tall slide. Big field. Winding trail. I had definitely been there several times before. Outings. A birthday party with the little girl named after a mythical Arthurian location. The time I sneaked out of a school with Shari. And today, there I sat in a swing talking about Palo Duro Canyon with Alexa and a stranger with small children. A boy and a girl.
.I fought with my mother again only a moment ago. I told her she upset me when she attacked me earlier, and she said she had no reason to apologize. I don't respect her, she told me. I talk to her like she's stupid--like her entire belief system is wrong.
.And maybe that's true. Maybe I've grown up too fast for this place--these people. Maybe I'm too jaded. Too pretentious. Too cynical for this place. What have I become? I'm not a persnickety Manhattan-ite, so why do I act like one? Am I too big for this little city? Am I too big for myself?
.I don't know... I still want that damn gym membership.
I'm putting it all out there this week. I am exactly 60 days away from my trip to NYC and Israel. What does this mean? It means diet is in high gear, cardio and classes in high gear, and visualizing my skinny healthy self, you got it, high gear!
Monday
5:30 pm Abs and Butt - Downtown Athletic Club
7:00 pm Videosync - Body and Soul
Tuesday
6:00 pm - Bodyweb with TRX System - Crunch
7:30 pm - Muay Thai Boxing - South Florida Boxing
Wednesday
1:30 pm - Zumba - Downtown Athletic Club
6:00 pm - Vipassana Course
7:00 pm - Mysore - Miami Life Center
Thursday
6:00 am - Mysore - Miami Life Center
6:30 pm - Sculpt Bootcamp - Body and Soul
7:30 pm - Dance Lab - Body and Soul
Friday
6:00 am - Mysore - Miami Life Center
5:30 pm - Pilates Mat - Downtown Athletic club
8:00 pm - Hips Don't Lie - H2Om - The Standard
Saturday
9am - 12pm - Duncan Wong Workshop - Anahata Yoga Studio
Sunday
9:00 am - Videosync - Body and Soul
4:00 pm - Vinyasa Yoga - Crunch
This will be me all summer: - Not in the clubs, but in my classes (including at least one that I will be teaching!!!)
Let's Dance
Get on the floor
No need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilletos
And shakin' all that
What you doin' to me
Girl I can't hold back
Some Hot Stuff
Is all that I need
So why we waitin'
Let's Dance
.I officially go to the gym every day. Without fail. Except Sundays. I sometimes fail on Sundays. I'm already seeing results! ... Actually, I lied. Nothing's really changed except that I'm sweatier and smell bad more often. Oh well. I'll keep it up until I'm hot. Then I'll work on getting fat again.
.My roommate is obsessed with Super Smash Bros. Brawl for the Wii. Wait, lemme rephrase that. My house is obsessed with Super Smash Bros. Brawl for the Wii.
.I'm starting to feel motivated again. I'm going to attribute it to going to the gym every day. However, I'm still alone. So... whatever.
.Today is Pi Day. Go make a pie. Just don't wear Pi cologne. It's mine.
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