02-13-2005 - 7:41 p.m.
This weekend I did alot of driving...
in my new blue Xterra!!!!
Sorry, I know that was kinda rude but I am just too damn excited! Wednesday after school I brought my friend to check it out and don't you know that since I was suddenly in the company of a man the Dickhead Manager suddenly took me seriously and wanted to do business like a professional??? It's amazing how I ended up getting the car for $1800 less than their previous "final offer". It's just fucking ridiculous that their tone changed considerably when my "older brother" came to the dealership with me dressed from work in a shirt and tie. It's kinda sad, don't you think?
But anyways, it's so fun to drive although I am still getting used to being up so much higher and hauling around a way bigger load.
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Today I did my first "Body for Life" workout and I'm already freaking sore! I randomly started reading the book because my Dad had it lying around and I needed some motivation to work out more often. I was planning on using the book for inspiration, but have since decided to actually follow the 12 week plan. What caused this change of heart???
The fucking picture.
Ugh.
Gross.
The book suggests you take a picture of yourself in a bathing suit before beginning the 12 weeks and then doing an "after" pic when you're done to see how much you've improved your body. So, I thought it'd be interesting to see what I looked like. It's amazing how you can look in the mirror and think your look alright when in actuality you look like a beached whale. I suppose when you're looking in the mirror you focus on what you want to see, the good parts you like, rather than the whole package. Pictures are a horrifyingly and brutally honest representation of real life. Love handles and all. So anyways, I took the bathing suit picture and almost projectile vomited because I was so disgusted by my body. So today I started the workout regime. I'm not doing the diet portion of the program because it's pretty damn disgusting/impossible, but I figure just increasing my working out frequency and intensity by following the program should have some sort of results. We'll see when I take another picture on May 8th.
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So, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I'm really torn in my feelings about this "holiday". On one hand, it's very sweet if you're in a relationship or even remotely involved with someone. On the other hand it's sheer torture if you're single, which of course I am. A few days ago my friend was talking about what him and his wife were going to do for V-Day and then suddenly he turned to me with this sort of sad look in his eyes and said "What are you gonna do for Valentine's Day?" I don't know what was worse- having him blatantly point out that I was going to have no plans, or the fact that he actually felt bad for me. I feel like I should just walk around all day with one of those sandwich boards on that says No, I'm not doing anything because I'm single. This way I won't have to go through the embarrassment of explaining it 50 million times. Thank God I have class tomorrow night, at least that serves as somewhat of an excuse.
Much love.
