Sugar.. why do you even read the B&H stuff? It's my food and my gym and it's boring beyond reason. You get extra points for having actually read any of that crap.
I read more than people think, I assure you. I just usually don't say anything.
Imma post my baltimore schedule o' doom.
One week from TODAY omg. *packs*
DOOM DOOM DOOM
How is it possible that there is doomage to be had and I am unable to be there?
Yes.. you are, aren't you? Oh _cee. I thought of you last night when my local 6pm newscast decided that the best "wind blowing a sign around" shot they could come up with was for the sex toy shop on Bourbon St.
Caitlin says the hardest thing in the world is to have a vested interest in the outcome of something and no control over it whatsoever. I wish I could kidnap you.. I'd take your mind off things by inviting you to mock the water aerobics class with me. In my heart I know those old ladies could kick my ass, it makes the mocking sweeter.
Caitlin says the hardest thing in the world is to have a vested interest in the outcome of something and no control over it whatsoever.
that is really the most elegant summation. yes, that's exactly it.
melliest, i will be spending my vacation in
sunny baltimore - a week starting tomorrow. i think you know what this means. min will be about on the weekend as well.
i think you know what this means.
*runs about in circles* WOO! When do you get here? What are my chances of getting you and Lala in one place for lunch on Friday?
i get in tomorrow afternooneveningish, so i would say those chances are very good indeed. mellies, let me email you with my cell phone number so that there can be coordination. :)
Luuuuvely. mellyflori at gmail works bestest.
And I promise that no matter where we go for lunch you can say "cocksucker" as many times as you want.
and lo, i have the appropriate icon.
pretty good as far as i'm concerned as long as we don't meet somewhere too far from my place of employme-
hi, i had a thought. maybe i'll take a half day on friday and just follow cee up to chez velvetqueerbitch (queervelvetbitch? bitchyvelvetqueer? ahahah okay i'm done) for the evening. oh, or maybe not cause our city labor day festival starts friday. argh. wait, let me try again
HI YIS PLS I'D LIKE TO COME FOR LUNCH
Good. :) We'll figure it out Lala. Promises.
OMG I HATE THAT PERSONAL TRAINER! I think he migrated from Chicago. This was my interview:
Him: So what are your weightloss goals?
Me: Um, I don't have any. I wanna run.
Him: Okay, but how many pants sizes you want to lose?
Me: Not a factor. I want to get healthy.
Me: Don't. Care. Running, weights, yoga.
Him: Okay. How much you wanna be able to bench?
It's like, general health isn't a thing that computes.
BUT LOFF FOR JOOOO!
He's like "Well, I need a number." So I said "*insert number here*" and he goes "That's like 30 more pounds."
Well DUH. Math is HARD!
He said "That could around four months."
I nearly slapped him. I ended up just saying "Yes, I know that, I'd rather it come off slow and stay off. And I'd rather focus on muscles and stamina than numbers."
Are they just dumb?
Aren't we supposed to become so disgusted with our gross girl bodies that we starve them and work them into stick figuredom for a couple of weeks to catch A Man and then stuff ourselves fat again because girls have no control over themselves? ISN'T THAT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO WORK!?!?!
Oh. I forgot. We're crazy femi-nazis who think our bodies are our own to love and take care of. Whoops.
er, I didn't know I was quite so angry today
I had much the same experience with little Mr. Man at my gym. I said "I want to be fit" and that apparently wasn't one of the pre-selected girlie answers. He handed me off to a cool chick for a while though, but then she went on maternity leave....
It's like, general health isn't a thing that computes.
In this society, it isn't.
I call shenanigans on Society! She-nani-fuckin'-gans!
Society's not listening to you, you terrorist and member of the reality-based community. Knowing is the half of the battle that's missing from the equation.
I admire you, Sid, and you, Melly, for what you do. Healthy isn't boring. I lust after it--just not quite enough to find the patience to cope with my insane out-of-shape-ness.
knowing is half the battle.
Hard to comprehend how people who heard this frequently in their youth could possibly buy the party line, isn't it?
I've met with personal trainers twice (once for one session, once for three). The first time was all calipers and stupid shit I don't care about and was a waste of my time, because I came out not knowing any better how to get into the shape in which I wanted to be. The second time I had my specific goals written out before going in, sat the trainer down and read them to him, and said that I wasn't going to do the caliper bullshit. He didn't make me. It was an excellent session, and I'd go to him as a trainer again in a heartbeat, had I money. All trainers should be like him, rather than the unbalanced muscle junkies they too often seem to be.
In other words, the "trainer" should be the one getting the anal raping, not you. Unless you want the anal raping, in which case, have at it.
If they're anything like my gym, the fitness evaluation is a) for insurance purposes (if something happens to aggravate a pre-existing condition, it's not their fault) and b) to keep a record of where you started so that you can see your progress. Also, you should have come here and I could have hooked you up with either of our trainers who would, I promise, listen to you. :/ Cockknocker. Ahahaha.
I'm glad to hear your mechanic is working with you. I had to borrow a friend's car last week when my battry suddenly died. A Jeep Wrangler. Which I totally fell out of and have the most spectacular bruises from. I hope your loaner treats you better!!
I keep thinking we should get rid of that car, but it keeps coming in handy. Still, at some point we should get rid of it.