Monday, March 26, 2007

Damn it, Jim...

I’m a fat girl, not a triathlete. Bones knew his limitations, what seems to be my major malfunction? All that working out has CLEARLY wreaked havoc on my lower back. Have you ever been doing something at a counter that’s too short for you? All hunched over trying to cut up an onion until this backache overwhelms you and you’re like “Ah hell, forget it, this’ll taste better without it anyway.” and straighten out your back as if you were 95 years old? Now toss in the occasional shooting pain and I think you see why I haven’t been to the gym lately. Ouch!

To say that it’s a downer would be an understatement. I’ve been doing so good. Between my trainer and the gym I’ve been consistently working out 4 or 5 times a week. For the average person that’s impressive, but when I do something like that it might be another sign of the Apocalypse. Toss in an earthquake and we’re all gonners. Now I’ve canceled working out with Dustina AND haven’t been to the gym. I’m NOT a happy kid. You can bet your butt I’ll be getting my scale back from her. Oh stop it. I have self-control now remember? I will NOT be getting on it 3 times a day. I’ve learned to value my successes in whatever manner they come. I am a changed woman. Tis true.

How cute was that, all that confidence and what not? Fact o’ the matter is…I’m scared to death. This could very well be a very big setback. This could get me planted firmly back on the couch for the long term. A few weeks ago I had back pain, plantar fasciitis (my lagging foot quandary), and raging shin splint issues that I’m used to dealing with, but were much more painful than usual. I was STILL going to the gym. I ended up getting $120 shoes to help ease the agony. I’m of the opinion that shoes that expensive should not only cure my injuries, but make me skinny by simply putting them on my feet. That is INSANE! Well, my ailments aren’t gone, but they are noticeably better…except my daggum back. Why do I have to have so many obstacles? Sigh!

Friday, March 16, 2007

Praise the Latte at The Church of Starbucks

I’ve decided to start a new Sunday ritual. It came to me today as I took pause from my appointments and errands to sip a bit of sin at a local coffee shop. I brought a book with me and actually sat IN the coffee shop. I didn’t roll through the drive through. I didn’t pull an in-and-out. I went in, ordered, sat, people watched, and read.

I probably won’t be able to afford it every Sunday and other things will prevent my trend, but I’m going to do it often at least. Lately the only books I read are to learn software or web design and the stack of novels I want to read is getting deep. So, I will bring an actual book, that I will probably learn nothing from, and I will read. I will have my morning latte (nonfat of course) and I will secretly hope that someone is enamored with me and will find that clever, yet obvious, way to approach me.

It’s multitasking at it’s finest really. I made a lot of resolutions this year and my Sunday morning inclination covers at LEAST 4 of them. Read more, don’t go out in public looking like a schlumpadump all the time, practice eye contact, and put myself in a position to meet people. Look at that. Check, check, check, and check…off the list. Do I REALLY expect a guy to come up to me in the middle of Starbucks and propose? Yes. No. I can; however, open myself up to possibilities. I know for a fact no one’s going to approach me with my ass planted firmly on the couch in pink pajama bottoms and a sloppy ponytail. Oh, how I wish it were so.

This is a science, mind you. The right time. The right location. The right day. I’m choosing Sunday as I have traditionally made Sunday my day of rest (at least not work so much on the home business). Go too late and they’re probably all at home watching football. Too early and I can assume he LIKES getting up early and would in turn hope that I LIKE getting up early to which I say “Woah, big fella. Have another shot of caffeine cuz you’re dreamin.” Location! Location! Location! Drive through, probably not so much. Cramped and unwelcoming interior, negatory. I have to find one that’s cozy and busy, but not intimidatingly so. I will start my quest for the perfect coffee shop and I will keep you posted…as usual.