So trainer-boy and I have a love/hate relationship. I hate the fact I love him so. He's amazing!! Today I finally was able to hop up a half-flight of stairs without stopping! THEN he made me do it one foot. Let's just say that one will need more practice. (and the devil) I've lost 15 inches, in all the right places, in 4 weeks. That's quite impressive seeing as I hadn't lost 15 inches the whole time I was with the other trainer. I keep telling him it's his beautiful blue eyes, and his friendly smile, and the fact he calls me "Sunshine" when I'm about to keel over or when he tells me "you have however-many-more left, anyone can do that many." In other words, This. Kid's. Got. Me. Pegged.
And I love it.
However, you know you still have a way to go when tanning is more calculating than relaxing. I can shave in the bath with a bit more ease, but I can NOT jump in the tanning bed and relax without fears of white lines from my fat wrinkles. It's a disturbing realization. And one I hope the salon attendant can't hear over the wind-tunnel going on in my super MegaSun 360.
30 Seconds to Mars this Saturday!!! Kelly and I are so ready for this much needed mini-vacation. I just hope sexy Jared Leto stops hacking up his lung in time. He sounded pit.e.ful. during a radio interview end of last week. The weather needs to fix its attitude quick. We have plans to bathe in the glow of sunshine and Leto brothers Saturday, not rain. KThanks.
It's a shame I remember all the things I've wanted to write about over when I sit down. Must do this more often. . . Until next time!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Chris Martin said it best:
"and it was all yellow."
Spring has sprung with a vengeance down here. The roses are just about to bloom, the azaleas are already blooming, the vegetable garden is planted, and the herb garden is . . . herbing? and all is right in the world today.
I fired my previous trainer and hired a new one. This guy is ah-maze-ing. By amazing I mean, I fire him at the end of every session but show up the next day for more. (should that be hyphenated? oh well, the grammar police will just have to deal with it.) I haven't lost anything on the scale but I can see, feel, and measure a difference.
My darling friend that lost her husband has the grace only God could provide. Or she's on meds no one knows about. But her life seems to be going wonderful these days, all things considered. She and I are going on a road trip in 27 days.
30 Seconds to Mars. . . here comes trouble. And I. Am. Obsessed. Not like screaming-for-RPatz-obsessed, but I just can't get enough of the their music, their mind, their. . . Twitter! Bah, I told you I was obsessed. They'll be in Seattle/Portland May 10/11, respectively, and I'm finding it hard to justify NOT going. But for Dallas I have my Seraphim wristband and will be stocking up on glo-bracelets and and TRIAD paraphernalia. (convinced of my obsession yet?) And the sad part is that I'm only the at the tip of the MARS ARMY iceberg. . .
I hear there's a long way to go to becoming a true :30STM aficionado. Let the games begin.
Spring has sprung with a vengeance down here. The roses are just about to bloom, the azaleas are already blooming, the vegetable garden is planted, and the herb garden is . . . herbing? and all is right in the world today.
I fired my previous trainer and hired a new one. This guy is ah-maze-ing. By amazing I mean, I fire him at the end of every session but show up the next day for more. (should that be hyphenated? oh well, the grammar police will just have to deal with it.) I haven't lost anything on the scale but I can see, feel, and measure a difference.
My darling friend that lost her husband has the grace only God could provide. Or she's on meds no one knows about. But her life seems to be going wonderful these days, all things considered. She and I are going on a road trip in 27 days.
30 Seconds to Mars. . . here comes trouble. And I. Am. Obsessed. Not like screaming-for-RPatz-obsessed, but I just can't get enough of the their music, their mind, their. . . Twitter! Bah, I told you I was obsessed. They'll be in Seattle/Portland May 10/11, respectively, and I'm finding it hard to justify NOT going. But for Dallas I have my Seraphim wristband and will be stocking up on glo-bracelets and and TRIAD paraphernalia. (convinced of my obsession yet?) And the sad part is that I'm only the at the tip of the MARS ARMY iceberg. . .
I hear there's a long way to go to becoming a true :30STM aficionado. Let the games begin.
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