March 8 2000 -- 9:05 PM
EST
I woke up with soreish muscles
from weights yesterday, which was good. Yoga time!
This morning I got Paul out the
door. He's been drinking those Carnation French Vanilla Breakfast shake things
all week. I'm not thrilled with it, because I'm not thrilled with milk, nor am
I thrilled with him not eating more or better, but I am thrilled he's
going out the door with at least SOMETHING being consumed. I'll worry more
about the quality of his food later. Right now, the thing is to get him eating.
He likes the shakes because they come in cans and are pretty easy to cope with
while he's walking around getting dressed and stuff. I forgot to make his lunch
so he had no lunchbox today. Blah.
Well, at least he had lunch
yesterday when I took him out to Subway. There he confessed another reason he
hates lunch is because he hates eating alone. I don't see why he can't just
call me up then, and I'd keep him company on the phone, or we could MUCK about.
Trying to get his head connected to his bodily needs is going to be some
challenge. Sigh.
Tonight, I am making minestrone
for dinner. Whether we eat it today or tomorrow is another story. I may as well
make pilaf too, and then I don't have to cook for the next few days.
Yippee!
 There's me lately in the backyard. I feel
kind of puffy.Still trying to drink a lot of water to combat this dehydrated
feeling. I am looking forward to better weather. It's nice out, but dry. My
grass is all brown in the front yard. Yuck.
I also have no idea what I am
going to do about my hair. I need a haircut because this headband thing can
only carry me so far. I hate in-between-ish hair. Not really short, not exactly
long either. And it keeps touching my face, which I hate!
I keep wanting the mail to come
and bring me my stuff! I got my issue of
BUST, I got the Betty Page
lighter for Paul. So where is my bra stuff and now my sneakers?! I checked out
what Just for Feet on-line had on my
shoes. They had them, but for twenty bucks more than gear.com. So maybe even
though I have to wait on my shoes it was a good thing to be poking around for
them for a while!
I was at the gym tonight. I forgot
my CD player and music, so I cut it short. I really ought to buy Paul one for
his own or me a new one so he stops taking mine out of my bag and not putting
it back because then when I open the bag at the gym it isn't there. I just
don't remember to check my stuff before I leave. (This is also why I have this
HUGE bag or plastic grocery bags to take to the grocery to recycle. I remember
to put it by the door. I forget to grab it. I ought to go put it in the trunk
of my car this second so the next time I do groceries I will have them
there!)
Then if I haven't brought music, I
hit that dreaded 20 minute mark and my mind starts to wander:
- Would it be better if I switched
back to total weights every other day or stick to alternating upper with lower?
- Should I look into buying a
fitness reference book or am I still ok with just website info?
- What exactly do I admire in fit
bodies? Do I have any sort of visual idea?
- When am I ever going to chest
press more than 1/3 of my own body weight?!
- Why is guy over there leaning so
far over? If he has to hang on to the treadmill console because his incline is
so dang steep so he won't pitch over, shouldn't he lower the incline? What if
he hurts himself!?
- Am I the only person in shorts?
How can people work out in pants? Don't they get super hot? I'd get hot. This
gym is hot. Why is it so bloody hot in here at night?!
- What do I want to make for food?
Do I have groceries or do I need to make any quickie stops for anything?
- I wonder what my friends are
doing. Why don't I have any gym-going friends dammit?
- Am I the only person who
fantasizes about something really crazy happening and then everyone in my
elliptical cross trainer row getting electrocuted?
~Astrophe
  
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