Mood:
caffeinatedI've had coffee, so I feel better.
I hate Windows XP, but it's better than Windows 95.
After telling the hub-unit not to touch me because it's illegal to have sex with pasty bullfrogs, he dragged me out of bed at 3 am to get online and search for exercise equipment.
After an hour of searching within our spatial and financial limitations, we decided on a Tony Little Gazelle Elite, and some Phenolox pills to regulate my appetite.
I want to work out, I do. But I don't have access to the car during the day, if the weather's crappy I don't want to go (crappy weather in Washington? NEVER!), and the fact remains that all the people at the gym are already skinny. I don't know where they went before they were skinny, but watching them maintain their skinnyness only made me feel like a bloated toad. With a home gym-thing, it eradicates the obstacle of working out in front of people. I don't need to be self-conscious while working on the self-improvement. The hub-unit said he'd go to the gym with me, but the motherfucker weighs 20 pounds LESS than me so he can go spit up a rope.
I'll be keeping track of my progress, because as god as my witness I will be a size 9 before flying to Florida for New Year's. Shit, a size 11 would make me happy.
Rattled Out By Queenie
at 5:31 AM
