Another episode of Project Runway has come and gone, yet I feel a little jipped. This season feels like it doesn't meet the level of talent of past designers. There is a lack of creativity, innovation, and too many styles/techniques that have been done on the show already. Since I don't have TiVo, or any other DVR system for that matter, I revolve my life around the few shows I'm dedicated to. With the way this season is headed, I'm content in just catching the millionth repeat episode on the weekend. It's too bad..
On a healthy note, I've been working out regularly for 3 weeks now and I haven't felt better. The classes vary in difficulty, style, and technique so I don't feel like my body is getting used to a routine. I am really enjoying how good I feel in my clothes and how much more endurance I have at work. I don't yawn as much because I'm tired enough to fall asleep without becoming overloaded with thoughts racing through my mind. I just need to keep working on the food portions and the alcohol consumption (because let's face it-I can't pass on a perfectly good drink, I have realistic goals).
I did give myself the day off because I was more sore from my class yesterday than I thought so I did a little online shopping and bought this gorgeous dress from Sir Alistair Rai. I'm keeping an eye out on my favorite scarf hoping to see it on sale soon. Good thing there's a paycheck tomorrow to cover my splurge and the upcoming landslide of bills.
I loathe the end of the month....
Happy dreams.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Day 3 of find those abs!
After my first day of Abs, Buns, and Thighs taught by a mini-dictator (her cute-as-a-button face shouldn't have fooled me), I thought I would never walk again. Oh yes, I was feelin' the burn. Not only was I feeling every muscle from my butt down stretch and split as if I was coming out of a long hibernation, I was in the front of the class. How did this happen, you ask? I got to the class early so I could tuck myself in the back and we shifted so everyone could fit and I ended up in the front staring at the instructor. Dammit.
The next day, I decided my body hadn't had enough torture and went to my first yoga class. I thought the stretching would help out my sore muscles and I could move like a normal human being again. Wrong! If you can picture the Tin Man with one knee, and one hand, on the ground trying to grab the lifted leg with the free hand, that was me. At least for this class, I was not only in the back, but in the corner. I repeatedly thanked the yoga spirits who didn't want to further my embarrassment by having my non-flexible body in front of all those people built like pipe cleaners.
Tonight's torture class was pilates. I thought I was done like dinner the first 5 minutes of the class. Apparently, my quads were still sore from last Thursday and couldn't keep up with the warm up. I sucked it up and did what I could and the rest of the class (an hour, people) was hard, but I thought I did okay. I never got corrected by the instructor which could mean my form was so bad she didn't even want to start fixing me, or my childish belief that if I can't see her, she can't see me is true. I like to think it was the latter.
Now it's that time to watch the highlights of the Home Run Derby that I could barely hear while I was on the bike. I heart ESPN.
The next day, I decided my body hadn't had enough torture and went to my first yoga class. I thought the stretching would help out my sore muscles and I could move like a normal human being again. Wrong! If you can picture the Tin Man with one knee, and one hand, on the ground trying to grab the lifted leg with the free hand, that was me. At least for this class, I was not only in the back, but in the corner. I repeatedly thanked the yoga spirits who didn't want to further my embarrassment by having my non-flexible body in front of all those people built like pipe cleaners.
Tonight's torture class was pilates. I thought I was done like dinner the first 5 minutes of the class. Apparently, my quads were still sore from last Thursday and couldn't keep up with the warm up. I sucked it up and did what I could and the rest of the class (an hour, people) was hard, but I thought I did okay. I never got corrected by the instructor which could mean my form was so bad she didn't even want to start fixing me, or my childish belief that if I can't see her, she can't see me is true. I like to think it was the latter.
Now it's that time to watch the highlights of the Home Run Derby that I could barely hear while I was on the bike. I heart ESPN.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A Zen State of Mind
I have thought for months about joining another gym (my Curves closed), to researching several gyms since I've moved (uh, 7 months ago!), to actually joining one. Finally! I don't know why it took so long for me to get the proper motivation to get active again. My all-of-a-sudden ill-fitting clothes was apparently not enough to put the fire under my butt. Having a job where everyone sees you in said clothes and makes comments on how you were "so skinny when you first started working here" did it. I was unemployed for 6 months before I found my job. I had a lot of time on my hands to look for a job and be a gym rat!
I'm over the excuse that I'm too tired after work. Today, I checked out the gym and signed up after taking a tour of the place, went home and did 3 loads of laundry (folded and put away, for the most part, ah-thank you!), and made dinner for tonight, as well as, lunch and dinner for tomorrow. Baaaad excuse. So I ate the last of my Ben and Jerry's because they won't be visiting again for awhile.
I've planned out a schedule to work out in the evening. The gym won't be as packed and I've never had trouble sleeping when I work out after work. Especially if I get a personal trainer and start the group classes (I need something to keep me on time!). Hopefully, this will aid my quality of sleep and make me a happier, calmer person. Cross your fingers.
Is anyone else totally stoked that Project Runway is going to be premiering next Wednesday? I cannot wait to see what the challenges are this season and what crazy people/characters they have casted to entertain us every week. Not to mention Heidi's outfits. I wasn't happy with the winner last year (Christian) but I can see why they made the choice that they did. Jillian seemed to lose the story within her line because she had no guidance with challenge criteria, and Rami was going to give us a plethora of Greek Goddesses because that's what he loves, and did well.
Rewarding myself with champagne on Premiere Night if I get going at the gym and figure out a schedule that works well for me.
Here's to not waiting to start on Monday....
I'm over the excuse that I'm too tired after work. Today, I checked out the gym and signed up after taking a tour of the place, went home and did 3 loads of laundry (folded and put away, for the most part, ah-thank you!), and made dinner for tonight, as well as, lunch and dinner for tomorrow. Baaaad excuse. So I ate the last of my Ben and Jerry's because they won't be visiting again for awhile.
I've planned out a schedule to work out in the evening. The gym won't be as packed and I've never had trouble sleeping when I work out after work. Especially if I get a personal trainer and start the group classes (I need something to keep me on time!). Hopefully, this will aid my quality of sleep and make me a happier, calmer person. Cross your fingers.
Is anyone else totally stoked that Project Runway is going to be premiering next Wednesday? I cannot wait to see what the challenges are this season and what crazy people/characters they have casted to entertain us every week. Not to mention Heidi's outfits. I wasn't happy with the winner last year (Christian) but I can see why they made the choice that they did. Jillian seemed to lose the story within her line because she had no guidance with challenge criteria, and Rami was going to give us a plethora of Greek Goddesses because that's what he loves, and did well.
Rewarding myself with champagne on Premiere Night if I get going at the gym and figure out a schedule that works well for me.
Here's to not waiting to start on Monday....
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I Salute You!
Ever since the state of California has put this new "hands free" cell phone law into effect it has been easy to spot those who think they are above the law (right next to those of us racing on the 405 like we've unlocked the GPS coordinates for the Land of Free Gas).
Now, I've only got one foot on my soapbox because I speed like nobody's business....but how dumb is it to explain to your friends (or anybody, for that matter) that you got a ticket because you were too cheap to buy a $12 earpiece that you connect to your phone (yes, they have earpieces that are cheap, though they aren't wireless)?
Did anyone else see on the news the guy that was getting pulled over for being on the cell phone? He sped away from the police, who then found out he was driving a stolen car...here's the kicker..... with drugs inside the vehicle. Genius. I bet the idiot could have avoided the whole thing had he not been on the damn phone!
The story of this fool brings me to my Thank-You's for the week. It may be Part 1 since this is a holiday weekend and I'm bound to run into some note-worthy boneheads.
Thank You-
Mr. I'm-going-to-cut-you-off-then-use-my-blinker-after-I-get-in-the-turning-lane. I appreciate your kindness on the road and contribution to my stress on the way home from work. Have a good holiday weekend, buddy.
Mr. Even-though-I-see-you-attempting-to-parallel-park-I'm-going-to-make-it-more-difficult-by-getting-thisclose-to-your-car-until-you're-done. This outstanding guy made me take twice as long to maneuver my car because I now had three cars to avoid hitting. Boy, you're swell!
Ms./Mrs./Mr. Excuse-me-is-not-in-my-vocabulary-are-you-sure-this-phrase-exists? I hope when I am telling you excuse me (since it's obvious everyone is in your way), it would make you think of your rude behaviour as you plow me into the wall/table/chair. You know what? Maybe it's better that you not talk or make eye contact while you're leaving your destructive path. I bet you don't have anything to say worth hearing anyway. Good day.
Ms./Mrs./Mr. Just-because-I-work-here-doesn't-mean-I'm-here-to-help-you. What the hell happened to "service with a smile", customer service, and knowing what the hell you get into when you sign up for a job that requires interacting with other people? If you're not happy to answer my stupid question with a smile and continue to act miserable, I'm going to make sure your entire experience with me will give you a reason to be miserable. I want you to know that I'm only doing this because I care.
I was going to tell an utterly positive story about how kind people can be (based on an incident that happened at the grocery store today), but you know what? It's not as fun to tell because I'm too much of a girl and require you to know insane amounts of backstory so I can "set the tone". Oh well, maybe next time enough people will inspire me to write about all the nice encounters I have in a week. That would be more challenging...hmm...
Movie and Ben and Jerry's night..Hellooooo 3-day Weekend!
Now, I've only got one foot on my soapbox because I speed like nobody's business....but how dumb is it to explain to your friends (or anybody, for that matter) that you got a ticket because you were too cheap to buy a $12 earpiece that you connect to your phone (yes, they have earpieces that are cheap, though they aren't wireless)?
Did anyone else see on the news the guy that was getting pulled over for being on the cell phone? He sped away from the police, who then found out he was driving a stolen car...here's the kicker..... with drugs inside the vehicle. Genius. I bet the idiot could have avoided the whole thing had he not been on the damn phone!
The story of this fool brings me to my Thank-You's for the week. It may be Part 1 since this is a holiday weekend and I'm bound to run into some note-worthy boneheads.
Thank You-
Mr. I'm-going-to-cut-you-off-then-use-my-blinker-after-I-get-in-the-turning-lane. I appreciate your kindness on the road and contribution to my stress on the way home from work. Have a good holiday weekend, buddy.
Mr. Even-though-I-see-you-attempting-to-parallel-park-I'm-going-to-make-it-more-difficult-by-getting-thisclose-to-your-car-until-you're-done. This outstanding guy made me take twice as long to maneuver my car because I now had three cars to avoid hitting. Boy, you're swell!
Ms./Mrs./Mr. Excuse-me-is-not-in-my-vocabulary-are-you-sure-this-phrase-exists? I hope when I am telling you excuse me (since it's obvious everyone is in your way), it would make you think of your rude behaviour as you plow me into the wall/table/chair. You know what? Maybe it's better that you not talk or make eye contact while you're leaving your destructive path. I bet you don't have anything to say worth hearing anyway. Good day.
Ms./Mrs./Mr. Just-because-I-work-here-doesn't-mean-I'm-here-to-help-you. What the hell happened to "service with a smile", customer service, and knowing what the hell you get into when you sign up for a job that requires interacting with other people? If you're not happy to answer my stupid question with a smile and continue to act miserable, I'm going to make sure your entire experience with me will give you a reason to be miserable. I want you to know that I'm only doing this because I care.
I was going to tell an utterly positive story about how kind people can be (based on an incident that happened at the grocery store today), but you know what? It's not as fun to tell because I'm too much of a girl and require you to know insane amounts of backstory so I can "set the tone". Oh well, maybe next time enough people will inspire me to write about all the nice encounters I have in a week. That would be more challenging...hmm...
Movie and Ben and Jerry's night..Hellooooo 3-day Weekend!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Bit by the blog bug. I blame insomnia.
This is a purely selfish endeavor due to reading so many other witty blogs thinking that I could be just as entertaining or, if not, at least it might help me sleep. Or, I can feel better knowing that someone out there reads this and then can worry with me, or just roll their eyes and forget about my day.
I envy that person.
So to jump right in with a little (slightly unnecessary?) background info:
I graduated from college in May of 2007 and have been working since November of 2007 (surprise 6 month vacation, anyone?) in my fantastic costuming job. Now, don't be fooled, I'm not in the creative department yet, but I'm slowly working my way to more creatively fulfilling tasks. There will come a day where I don't have to make copies my entire shift! Oh, yes...
On a sadder note, my almost 17-year old cat was put down and I have this nagging guilt of not saying goodbye. My immediate family and I live in different states, so going home for the holidays is really weighing heavy on my mind.
I've had to grieve family members before, but it was always a grandparent I hardly saw, or wasn't very close with. I was sad that I didn't get to know them better and sad that I wouldn't have that chance. I've never had a family member so close to me pass away to be familiar with that awful feeling. As strange as it may sound, my cat was my kid who followed me around and was right there to lay on my lap when I sat down. To wake me up at some horrible hour to feed him and somehow always new when I needed to hold him. So losing him has been more difficult than I ever thought.
Death is such a strange thing to deal with. I got the news on Sunday and I couldn't function at work Monday. I had tears just behind my eyes all day and it took a week to tell 2 coworkers and my supervisor for fear of breaking down at work. I'm glad I said something, so when the "cute pet stories" start, I won't get strange glares for excusing myself. It makes me "happy sad" when I think back on all the cute things my cat did.
::sigh::
On top of all this excitement I'm single, which depresses other people more than me for some reason. I can't count how many times my attached friends or coworkers learn of this news and have someone "great, fabulous, and perfect for you!" to introduce me to. Sure. Like some guy wants to sign on for a Star Wars-Harry Potter-video game-book-movie geek.
Not all single girl's lives are on a perfect-guy quest to be like the gals in Sex and the City, (well, expect in Samantha's case..)
That time will come...just not yet. I'm getting a haircut tomorrow because that's how I deal with stress. I change my appearance hoping that this new person can handle the same situation. It hasn't worked yet, but I never give up hope.
I envy that person.
So to jump right in with a little (slightly unnecessary?) background info:
I graduated from college in May of 2007 and have been working since November of 2007 (surprise 6 month vacation, anyone?) in my fantastic costuming job. Now, don't be fooled, I'm not in the creative department yet, but I'm slowly working my way to more creatively fulfilling tasks. There will come a day where I don't have to make copies my entire shift! Oh, yes...
On a sadder note, my almost 17-year old cat was put down and I have this nagging guilt of not saying goodbye. My immediate family and I live in different states, so going home for the holidays is really weighing heavy on my mind.
I've had to grieve family members before, but it was always a grandparent I hardly saw, or wasn't very close with. I was sad that I didn't get to know them better and sad that I wouldn't have that chance. I've never had a family member so close to me pass away to be familiar with that awful feeling. As strange as it may sound, my cat was my kid who followed me around and was right there to lay on my lap when I sat down. To wake me up at some horrible hour to feed him and somehow always new when I needed to hold him. So losing him has been more difficult than I ever thought.
Death is such a strange thing to deal with. I got the news on Sunday and I couldn't function at work Monday. I had tears just behind my eyes all day and it took a week to tell 2 coworkers and my supervisor for fear of breaking down at work. I'm glad I said something, so when the "cute pet stories" start, I won't get strange glares for excusing myself. It makes me "happy sad" when I think back on all the cute things my cat did.
::sigh::
On top of all this excitement I'm single, which depresses other people more than me for some reason. I can't count how many times my attached friends or coworkers learn of this news and have someone "great, fabulous, and perfect for you!" to introduce me to. Sure. Like some guy wants to sign on for a Star Wars-Harry Potter-video game-book-movie geek.
Not all single girl's lives are on a perfect-guy quest to be like the gals in Sex and the City, (well, expect in Samantha's case..)
That time will come...just not yet. I'm getting a haircut tomorrow because that's how I deal with stress. I change my appearance hoping that this new person can handle the same situation. It hasn't worked yet, but I never give up hope.
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