Sometimes, people make me all stabby.

 
Basically, on a flight back from Cancun, two men were drunk, and presumably throwing up... So naturally, everyone assumed they had swine flu.
 
You can't tell the difference between so drunk you're sick, and the flu?
 
I'm just sick of hearing about this stuff.  All of the Media outlets, talk about the number of deaths/cases that are SUSPECTED, and forget to mention that there are only seven confirmed deaths in Mexico.  SEVEN people.  That is not a reason to halt all international travels (I'm looking at you European Union, and CDC).  Especially when the world health organization is recommending that no borders need to be closed, and travel plans should go on, as planned.
 
There are no cases even suspected in the area of Mexico I'm going.  As it stands right now, I'd be more likely to catch this thing in New York City.
 
 

The weekend was great. The trip home... not so much

I had such a blast this weekend.

 

Amber and I did the important things we set out to do:

-         See the bridesmaid dresses

-         Eat burritos

-         Eat Japanese food

-         Drink tons of wine, and mojitos (and then listen to New Kids on the Block)

-         Go shopping for awesomely hot dresses

 

Then Sunday she dropped me off at the airport, and snafus commenced.

-         I got my flight time wrong, and I was like 2 hours early for my flight

-         The first plane broke, and they had to find a new one (which took 3 hours)

-         Missed my connecting flight in Atlanta

-         Got booked on standby for the last flight of the night home, and no one missed that flight
-         Cried like a baby because I missed Boyfriend and the Dog.

-         Spent the night at the airport westin

-         FINALLY got home yesterday morning.

 

I didn't come to work yesterday, because, after everything, I was exhausted, and didn't feel like dealing with any headaches, so now I have to work on Friday L

 

Not much else to report.

 

Oh yea, there is. 

 

Here is my open letter to Swine Flu:

 

Dear Swine Flu:

 

Please just go away and die soon.  I want to go to Mexico in 18 days to celebrate some major milestones (I'm turning 25, my mom 50, and my cousin 30), and if you ruin it, I'll cry.  For serious.  Don't ruin my vacation. 

 

Love,

Rachel Ann

 

PS – I'm also sick of the "when pigs fly" jokes.  If you would go away, those would stop.  So go away.

So, yesterday was my big flight.

on a TEENY TINY plane.

I do not like commuter flights people.

Anyway, I'm now here in Cincinnati, and Amber and I are doin' it up! 

I'm so used to getting up super early now, that I woke up at 6am Central (which makes it seven here) thinking that it was like 9am and I had overslept and my alarm never went off.  Amber's not quite up and at em yet, so I'm taking the time to catch up on blog reading, and figure out what I'm going to wear today.

The menu for today is shopping, ps.  First at the mall, and then the bridal boutique.

okay, I suppose I'm going to start getting ready.
Later gators.

Blogging via berry from airport.

I got patted down in security "due to the bulkyness" of my cardigan. Sorry lady, not carrying anything, just plain fat.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

I saved y'all from a super long, and emo post. You're welcome.

I wrote a really long post this morning.  About my Ex.  It was 3 pages long in Word, and when I was finished writing the sage of my frist heartbreak, I read it over... and I decided something.
 
That asshole doesn't deserve 3 pages.
 
So I deleted the file, and this is what I have to say:  I dated an asshole, and he was a psycho ex for a long time, he found every blog, AIM account, e-mail address, and then used them.  He still does this, and I'm done cowering in fear that he will find me online. If he wants to try and play mind games with me now, I've got two words: bring it.  I'm not 18 anymore.
 
And now, the most important part of the three pages that I wrote: The end of it.
 
"Do you know how I know that what I have with Boyfriend will last?  How I know it's true love?  Because of tiny little things that the movies never point out, but that I think are as romantic as it gets.  Getting French Fries with his Gyro instead of Hummus (even though, he really wants the hummus) because he knows I want 2 or 3 fries, but don't want to get a whole order for myself.  THAT'S ROMANTIC.  Boyfriend may not buy me flowers or jewelry, but you know what else he doesn't do?  He doesn't get angry and throw cats at me, or hit me, or even yell.  Boyfriend always treats me with respect, and thinks of me first.  And it goes both ways.  Boyfriend knows that true love has ups and downs, and that pushing through those downs to get to the ups is worth it.  And no amount of "I'm back" mind games are going to shake my faith in my love for Boyfriend."

Ugh

At work, I have several assignments, but I seem to finish them 3 times faster than intended and it causes me to wind up sitting around with no work for a few days, so I'm trying to take my time on my current assignment, to make sure it holds me over til the next one that will start in July.
 
SO What have I done today?
 
Approximately 3 hours of work, 2 hours of blog reading, 1 hour of gabbing, and 3 hours of making and editing excel spreadsheets for personal use. (And I'm still ahead of schedule)
 
People who don't know me as well may not know, but like most young engineering types, I LOVE excel.  It's perfect for all of life's lists.
 
Today, I made a "what to pack" list for my trips to Ohio, Mexico, and Vegas.  Then I started work on converting the list I have for when I sent out Graduation Invites to a list for when i eventually get to send out wedding invites.  I know it's pretty far off in the distance, but a girl can never be too prepared.  I've never looked back on anything and thought "you know, I planned this FAR too well, I wish I had planned worse".  I also balanced my checkbook (also in excel)
 
I'm watching the clock and ready to leave in 10 minutes.
 
Everyone here seems to be stressed this week.  I'm not sure why, there's just been this "cloud of doom" even though we have plenty of work (they even hired a new engineer).  I think the whole office got PMS or something (forget the fact that it's roughly 85% male here).
 
Okay, I've killed the 10 min.  Time to go meet up with Muscles at the gym and get in my workout.

8 things.

Well, I don't have much to talk about today, other than the stuff I mentioned in 8 things.  So… here we go:

 

 

8 Things I'm Looking Forward To:

1) My trip to Ohio (Friday) to see Amber, help plan her wedding, and party hardy.

2) My trip to Akumal (south of Cancun, I leave in 25 days!) for Birthday fun.

3) Getting engaged to Brett.

4) The Trip Brett and I are taking to Vegas in June (pretty much all expenses paid by his employer, SCORE!).

5) Eating Dinner at the Eiffel Tower Restaurant (http://www.eiffeltowerrestaurant.com/) in Vegas.  (A place so fancy that they don't even have prices on the menus!)

6) Going outside this afternoon (sunny sunny sunny!)

7) Having Clancy Sandwiches (grilled chicken, with grilled pineapple) and Grilled Asparagus for dinner.

8) Eating Lunch today (I generally look forward to food a lot huh?)

 

8 Things I Did Yesterday:

1) Trained with Muscles

2) Walked down a P&ID (the engineers amongst my followers will probably be the only ones to know that that is… assuming they're ChemE)

3) Had subway for lunch

4) Watched Chuck (and OH MAH GAWD it was a good one)

5) Overslept

6) Played with my puppy

7) Came up with a packing list for Ohio (which I'll also use as a template for Mexico and Vegas)

8) Got caught up on some back issues of Superman

 

8 Things I Wish I Could Do:

1) Move ALL of my friends to Louisiana, along with their family, friends, and everyone's jobs.

2) Go grocery shopping and stick to the list.

3) Do my hair like a stylist can

4) Like the way I look in a swimsuit (which is something I WILL do soon, I just wish I could like it now too)

5) Resist the urge to shop at Forever 21 and Rainbow

6) Sleep in AND get my makeup on in the same morning (on work days naturally, right now it's one or the other, and sleep in usually wins)

7) Fly – Like Superman, not like, in a plane.

8) Get away from my ex.  He keeps hunting me down on the internet which would be fine if he didn't feel the need to comment on blogs and e-mail me stories about how he died while pretending to be someone else.  That makes it really hard to forgive and forget… it's been SEVEN years.  Move on, and enough with the mind games buddy!

 

8 TV Shows I Watch:

1) Big Bang Theory

2) Chuck

3) Heroes

4) 90210 (don't you judge me… I love the teen drama)

5) Degrassi: The Next Generation (see above)

6) American Idol

7) CSI: Miami

8) How I Met Your Mother

Today has been a textbook example of why stying positive is important.

I had this whole post written about how I was having a crappy day, but before I got a chance to post it, things started turning around. 
Basically, I realized that I paid too much on a credit card bill leaving me without any spending money for my trip to Ohio, but Boyfriend offered to give me some money as he just got a substantial tax return, and he's pretty much the awesomest boyfriend ever.  So, while I wont be able to go on the fabulous Shopping Extravaganza I had planned in my head, I will at least have money for Japanese food, going to the bar, and Burritos from Chipotle.  (Did I mention that we have no Chipotle around here?  Because we don't, and THAT SUCKS.  The closest one is in Houston which is a 4 hour drive away.  And I'm always hoping for my company to send me to one of our plants in the area, but they never do.)
I also forgot to bring a lunch this morning, but then I remembered that I work 3 minutes away from a Subway and Chicken Teriyaki is probably tastier than anything I would've packed anyway.
I'm on day seven of PMSing and that's less than stellar, but, at least it's 85-ish out, and there's not a cloud in the sky, and I got to spend the afternoon working outside.
I'm tired and ready for a nap, and I get to leave work in 30 minutes, but then as soon as I get home, I'm changing and heading out the door for a workout with Muscles, hopefully followed by an early night to bed so that tomorrow when I wake up I'll be in a better mood.
At least for every negative today, there's a positive as well.
Oh yea, another positive, according to Muscles today we're going to work my arms, so I'm hoping that this mean minimal squats, as squats are pretty much my least favorite way to exercise.  Apparently though, Muscles thinks that squats are the end all and be all of exercise.
Anyway, I need to spend 15 minutes figuring out something in Excel, and then I get to go home.

RESULTS RESULTS RESULTS

About 2 monhts ago, I won a door prize for a 50 dollar gift card to Home Depot that my dad collected for me since I had already left the event.

Since I don't have a home, and already own a hammer, I didn't see a need for the card.  So my dad gave me 50 bucks cash instead, and kept the card to use for his gardening projects.

Well, later that day, I took those 50 dollars, and bought 10 pairs of underpants from Vicky's Secret.  I got home, and they were too small.

Today, as I was going through the underwear drawer, they were the last clean pairs I had.  SO, I thought, "why not" and slipped on a pair.

WELL, THEY FUCKING FIT.  I did a little dance, and bragged to Brett that not only do these underpants fit me, but the size has NO X in it.  Yes, my friends, I can now wear a Large.  not an X-tra large, but a large.

I will be smiling all day.
I met with Muscles today.

In addition to the tough workout, I think my body was maybe trying to give me payback for the Taco Bell visit from yesterday.

Anyway, I did something called a circuit, which if I'm not mistaken is an accent greek work meaning torture.

Oh My Gosh y'all. It was crazy hard. It hurt. But I feel good. I feel accomplished, and I feel strong.

I just you know... can't move my arms very much right now.
I did something bad today.

I had Taco Bell.

Which reminded me exactly why I stopped eating at Taco Bell in the first place. Ugh. It doesn't even taste that good, and it makes me feel like crap.

At any rate, I probably wont eat any fast food for the next 2 or 3 months, so, that's good.

Tomorrow is my day off, so my plan is to sleep in, relax, then meet Muscles at the gym for a workout and then have artichokes for dinner (YUMMM!).

Religion and Rachel

I'm gunna get deep for a second.
 
So, I've always had one fundamental problem with Christianity as an organized religion.  The lack of tolerance for other lifestyles.  I'm not saying that Christianity itself has this flaw, but rather, laws of man have added this component. 
 
I've always thought that Christians would have a much better public image if only they would stick to the teachings of Christ himself, instead of becoming hung up on the laws imposed by the bible (seriously guys, it's NOT the word of God, as much as you want it to be, it was written by humans and as such will have inherent flaws, just like humans do.)  I simply do not agree that it is somehow okay to hate any group of people because they are "sinners".  I honestly, in my heart, believe that this is a core value that Jesus tried to get across.  However, certain very public, people have abandoned this core belief. 
 
I can distinctly remember having a Saturday night slumber party as a child, and going to Sunday School with my friend the next morning.  I was raised Catholic.  My friend went to a non-denominational Protestant Church.  The Sunday school teacher, upon hearing I was a Catholic told me that he would "pray for me".  That some day I would "see the error of my ways", and stop "worshiping false idols".  He convinced me, at 12 years old, that I was going to Hell.  All for worshiping the SAME God, and following the SAME teachings of Christ.  He actually told me that if I wasn't saved, I would go to Hell.  He said that because in the Catholic Religion you pray through certain figures (Jesus, Mary, other Saints) I was worshiping false idols.
 
This has shaped a lot of my views in the past years.  I simply do not believe in chastising people for their beliefs, and feel like no matter HOW you worship, or even don't worship, that Heaven is a reward for those who are good people.
 
I wish I could find some organized religion that thought that.  Where the only laws are "Be a good person, respect others, and stand up for what's right"  A religion that is all accepting and tollerant.
 
That would be a religion I can get behind.
 
I guess in the meantime, I will focus on myself.  I will try to do my best to be a good person, and respect others.  I will always turn the other cheek, and I will never hate any person for any one sin.  I will do my best to send love in all directions.  And most importantly, I will do my best to stand up for what's right.

This weekend was pretty relaxed.

After my Friday training session, I felt like I was going to die of sore muscles, so I had a lazy Saturday. Boyfriend got me Greek food for dinner, and I had a Chicken Shawarma salad, and it was pretty much the best salad ever.

Sunday I went to my Uncle's house to celebrate Easter. I pigged out on roast, rice and gravy, then helped hide eggs for the kids. I passed on the cake and walked around helping the kids find the eggs, because, well….we didn't want to loose any of them, and kids are kind of like drunk buddies, in that you have to give them hints.

The gym was closed, so, that makes for a two day long break from working out.

Now I'm antsy. I'm itching to get back up on the elliptical, and I hate that I have to wait another 4 hours, because I wanna go now!

I can't believe how quickly my motivations and thinking have turned around. A month ago, I would cringe at the mention about spending an hour at the gym unless it was swimming laps for 15 minutes, then hanging out in the hot tub for another 15, then a 30 minute massage. But now I actually look forward to it, and when I miss it, I really miss it. It's like…my ME time. I can't describe how great it feels to me, but it really does feel great.

Well, I'm going to take advantage of the weather and go do some outdoor work.

One last post today!

I wanted to post about something that really made my month. Glamour Magazine is now officially my new favorite, because of this:

picture from Glamour.com

I was flipping through the newest issue, when I saw this spread. I was expecting some kind of "Best Suits for plus sizes" tag line. But nope. Just a normal old fashion spead, without single mention of plus sizes or anything of the sort (though the version on the website does say "got curves?"). I think the girl in the spread is gorgeous, and I will promptly be scanning her in so that I can photoshop my head on the body and paste it to my fridge.

That's really all i wanted to say, I just wanted to share this great spread, and make it known how much I love glamour for using models of all sizes in their fashion spreads.

Never take candy from strangers.

So, today was my second session with Muscles.  Which by the way, was CRAZY tough, and I'm pretty sure that my legs are going to try and kill me in my sleep tonight.

He had told me the workouts were going to get progressively harder, but I was not prepared for this.  However, I diligently did everything Muscles asked of me, and even asked if I could go to a higher weight on one of the machines, to which he replied yes and then told me that I already have better dedication, motivation and attitude than most of his clients. 

Then something weird happened.  This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, but I wonder if it has ever happened to any of my readers.  A total stranger had been watching me struggle through my workout and push through everytime Muscles asked me to, and at this point he decided to apporach me.  He was an older gentleman who was lifting weights in the same area that I was working, probably only slightly younger than my father.  And this is what he had to say "You're doing a great job, girl.  You're making the right steps by working out, but you need to stick with it!  It's like that chineese proverb, walking 1000 miles starts with just one step."  Now, my rational brain says "he just wants to encourage my good work, and is glad for me"  My other brain (you know, the one in charge of PMS) had a different take "THAT ASSHOLE."  Now, i know that he didn't mean anything malicious by his comments, but does he approach everyone at the gym, or just the fatties?  I mean, I don't know, maybe he saw all of those rediculous faces I was making while doing 50 reps and saying "holy crap Muscles!  This hurts!" and it had nothing to do with size.  But I can't help but think it's the size.

So, has anything like this happened to any of you?
I swear to God, Facebook is out to get me!

So, we all know that I'm a little tiffed that after 4 and a half years, adopting a dog, and him moving over 1,000 miles away from where he lived his entire life.... Boyfriend still has not popped the question.  That all important one that I've been wanting to hear for quite some time now.

I already see a new girl my age with a changed last name, or updated relationship status nearly everyday... but now, Facebook has decided to advertise engangement rings to me on the sidebar.  Some adds just say "find the perfect ring" and some say "Drop him a hint!"

IT'S SO FRUSTRATING.

I never wanted to be this girl, the one freaking out about not being engaged, I mean I wasn't even sure I wanted to be married until a year or two ago; but ever since I decided that's what I wanted, it feels like an agonizing wait to get there. And I know it's coming.  That's the thing, I've been told "within the next six months" but like I said, the wait is unbearable.

So, just, in the meantime, dear facebook, please, PLEASE stop rubbing my face in it.

My First Workout with a Personal Trainer!

So, Today I had my first session with my new trainer, who for the purpose of blogging, we'll call... Muscles.

Well, Muscles kicked my butt!

And the crazy thing is, I'm going back for more tomorrow.  He's got me drinking Whey Protein and Gatorade, and it's like a whole crazy new me. 

The muscles in my back are killing me right now, but it feels soooooo good.

Well, I'm relaxing and watching The Office with Boyfriend, and pretty soon I need to get some sleep so I'm ready to go in the morning for legs and more amping up on the running.

Weight Loss Plan 2k9

So, I wanted to talk about dieting and exercise today.  People who have met can attest to the fact that I am on the hefty side.  I've never been too concerned with this, even though it has bothered me.  Well, Something happened recently, and it wasn't an event or number on the scale that did it, but suddenly, something inside me clicked:  I have to get healthy, if not for my own sake, for the sake of my unborn children.  
 
Almost 5 years ago, I was diagnosed with something called PCOS: Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome.  Basically, it's the reason I'm fat.  What happens is that my testosterone/estrogen levels are out of whack, along with certain metabolic and hormonal pathways in the digestive system, causing me to eat and gain weight like a man would.  This in turn causes problems with my insulin levels to get worse, and exacerbates the problem.  And then goes in a cycle from there.  There is no "cure" for PCOS, only treatments.  The most recommended treatment is weight loss.  However because of the symptoms, weight loss is difficult.  I'm constantly tired, and hungry because of the excess insulin in my system.  When I got my diagnosis, I used it as an excuse: "I'm fat for medical reasons, and so, that makes it okay, and I don't have to loose weight"
 
For many years, I was also Bulimic.  I would go to lunch at school and eat as much as i could fit in my face, and quietly visit the restroom before heading back to class.  Eventually, I was able to stop purging, but not binging.  And I used that as an excuse "oh, it's mental, I'm sick in my head, so it's okay for me to be fat"
 
There was even a time when I justified it by thinking that it would make heartbreak less likely because fewer men would be interested in me.  Well, guess what.  I still got my heart broken, probably even more than I would have with a smaller dress size.  Boys would be interested in me just fine, but they didn't want to be seen with me, or they'd cut me off with "you're a great girl, but I'd rather be friends".
 
It's time to stop making excuses, and start living my life.  PCOS is the leading cause of infertillity, and the only way I can have children one day, is to lose weight, and get healty.  So, I joined a gym, and swapped my lunchtime potato chips for celery and carrots.  I swapped afternoon candy bars for fruits, and morning trips to McDonald's with a slim-fast and oatmeal.  But I don't want to stop there.  Someone once told me that a goal is just a wish until you write it down, so that's what I'm doing.  I'm writing down my goals, and outlining my weight loss plan.  This is going to be a contract with myself, and I want to have a sense of accountability, so I'm keeping it in the blog.  So here it is:
 
First:
The Guidelines to a Happier, Healthier Me:
1. This isn't a diet, it's a life change.  There's a reason this is a cliche used in almost every diet book/advise column/nutritionists office: It's true.  To get the kind of lasting change I want, I can never be that girl that would eat an entire secret dinner on the way home and then another with family later.  I need to truly change my relationship with food, and this change needs to stick around for the rest of my life.  The other big thing, is that my "diet mindset" is very all or nothing.  I can't give up on these changes every time I have a slip-up or miss a visit to the gym.  I have to get back on the horse, and the only way to do that is if the positive changes are my new "way of life" instead of a temporary diet.
2. Be Positive.  This one is probably the most important to me.  In the past weight loss has always been about negatives: Foods I CAN'T eat, or exercise I HAVE to do.  Well, not anymore.  I'm focusing on the fact that I'm CAN eat whatever I want, but that I'd rather eat the foods that make me feel best.  In the past I felt like I was depriving myself of delicious food, but I'm coming around to the fact that when I eat those foods, I'm actually depriving myself of a good mood, more energy, and sense of well being.  From now on, it's not "I can't eat you" it's "I'm too good for you"  As for exercise, I'm quickly becoming addicted to the feeling I get after pushing myself for 1 more minute (or in last nights case, SEVEN MORE MINUTES!) on the elliptical when I feel like i just can't do anymore.  It's empowering.  I feel like I've accomplished something, and it's the reason I've been at the gym every single day since I joined.
3. Learn Portion Control.  I really can eat whatever I want.  I know that it's possible to do this.  The trick for me is instead of half a large pizza, eating one slice with a side of steamed broccoli.  I'm going to get better at this, and I'm going to call it "up sizing my meal" instead of restricting my calories.  Because, I get to eat more food if I eat more nutrient rich lower calorie lower fat foods as well.  While we're on the topic:  no more "good foods" or "bad foods" unless I'm talking about the flavors.  That's part of what's making my relationship with food so complicated and messy.  From now on, I eat what I want, just in smaller portions of the more "unhealthy" foods, and larger portions of fruits, veggies, salads, and lean meats.
4. Enjoy yourself.  I'm going to have fun with my weight loss.  This is not an option.  If it's not fun, it wont stick.  I'm going to be more active on a lot of fronts, and it's going to be EPIC.
5. Fell comfortable in your own skin.  This plan is NOT about a numbers goal.  There will be no goal weight, no ideal size, and no "I lost 5 pounds last week".  No poster boards filled with pictures of supermodels to give me inspiration.  This is not about fitting into a dress, looking like a magazine, or having other people consider me good looking.  My Primary goal is to be healthy and feel comfortable in my own skin.  I don't want to feel like people are glaring me down like fat is somehow contagious (even though my rational mind knows they're probably going "did i leave the stove on?") because when I have thoughts like that, it becomes clear to me, that I'm NOT comfortable in my own skin, but i really want to be.  Yes, I want to be smaller, but setting an ideal size is going to set me up for a meltdown if I don't reach it.  Plus, I don't even know what my bone structure will even allow me to become, I know for sure, I'll never be a size 2 (I'm built like a linebacker) and to be honest, I don't even WANT to be a size 2.  I just want to be happy, and I'm not at my current size, so I'm going to see what I can do to get myself to a place where I am happy, wherever that may be.
 
I also have certain fitness-based goals I'd like to accomplish.
1. Walk up 4 flights of stairs without getting winded.
2. Become the type of person who runs.  I've always wanted to, but I let so many things stop me.  Soon, I will set a date in the future to run a 5K, and have this set as a tangible goal... for now, I'm working on getting to a place where I run, period.
3. Meet with my trainer once a week, and look forward to it.  I have my first meeting with Maurice tomorrow night.  I think meeting with a trainer will help me be sure I'm getting the type of workout I need, and this will provide me with solid exercises to do the other 6 days of the week, and hopefully give me a good feeling of accomplishment at the end of the session.
4. Go to the gym almost every day.  I know this sounds excessive, but having this goal will keep me going more often.  it will make missing one visit seem like less of a big deal to me if i stick to it as often as I hope.  In the past missing one visit turns into giving up entirely on working out.  My ideal goal is to go every day, but this isn't always possible, taking a day off will feel like a nice treat if I've gone for the past 6 or 7 days.
 
 
More updates to come in the future on how I'm doing with maintaining the goals and guidelines I set for myself.
 
Today will be my first "break" day since Friday as far as going to the gym.  I'm nervous, but I'm just not sure if i have the time to get over there today, and I'm very sore.  But still there's this part of me going "well, how about we just do 10 minutes of walking, 10 on the elliptical and 10 more walking?  you'll feel so much better afterwards"  And, I think I want to foster that way of thinking, and follow through and get that positive re-enforcement of "Going to the Gym makes me feel better"
 
 
Well, now that I've written a Novel or 3, I'm going to get working.
 
XOXO, ladies, and as always I hope you're all having fabulous days! :D
So, yesterday I took the plunge, and joined a Gym.

I ended up going for the one I mentioned a few posts back: Foxy Fitness.

I went in yesterday with my mom to check it out and joined on the spot. I set up a few sessions with a personal trainer to kind of get me going in the right direction, and make sure I know what I'm doing, but so far have just been sticking to sessions in the cardio theater.

I LOVE it. In college, I always loved going to the gym and spending an hour on the elliptical machine just me, my MP3s and a bottle of water. The problem was I have anxiety about exercising in front of people. Especially at a college rec center where it was almost always packed with a thousand other girls skinnier, prettier, and more fit than I.

This place is kind of the opposite. Maybe it's because it's not on a college campus, maybe its the fact that it's been really nice outside here, or maybe its just a fact. But this place seems to be dominated by older men, and women just trying to get fit. I don't feel the judgmental eyes I used to feel, and that goes a LONG way.

30 minutes 'til weekend.

So, one fun thing about my job is that we work flex hours. As long as
I get 40 hours in a week, I'm golden, no matter what time I get here,
and what time I leave. Naturally I opted to work 10 hour days
Monday-Thursday so that I can have my Fridays off to sleep in, clean,
and lounge around the house, and still have the whole weekend to you
know, do fun things. So now, I'm sitting here at 5pm on Thurday,
without any work to work on, (im)paitently awaiting the weekend.

Come the end of the work day, I'm taking my butt over to the Mall,
because it's free gift time at Clinique, and I need a new facewash
anyway.

What about you guys? Do you stare down the clock in anticipation of
the weekend, or is it just me?