quick: exercise and relationships

Yesterday I decided to change up my walking exercise and inserted a run. I made it about 3 minutes.

Today I was sore, and I thought, "If I run again maybe it will work out the soreness." So I did the same thing, and made it another 3-ish minutes.

That idea was full of nothing but LIES. I'm still sore. Possibly more so.

My old lady hip that got messed up several months ago during a cartwheel [something I'm clearly too old for] is bothering me more, too.

However, in the midst of aches and pains, I feel like I'm doing something good for myself. I like to remind myself that I've never regretted a workout; I've only regretted skipping them. Lately I like to imagine my heart beating stronger, the blood cells speeding through vessels, and focus on how every breath literally brings life to all these cells that have been just kinda hanging out all day. It's like they're like, "Yay! Something to do!" Just like how Andrea likes to say that when we pull up to the McDonald's drive thru all our fat cells go, "Yay!!" But... opposite, haha.


Topic change:

Startling realization: Every time that I ask Chris to do something, the automatic response is "Yes" or "Ok" or something in the affirmative. Which always makes me think, "Hey that was easy!"

Then you know what? It doesn't get done until many more repeated questions and affirmative responses later. But I hardly even notice that because he always says ok and I always think about how easy that was! Sneaky psychological mind tricks!

Theatre tickets

Nothing like big ole whiff of sour milk first thing in the morning to wake you up. Uck. Good thing I went grocery shopping and got some new stuff yesterday.

Last night was the first show of our Broadway season tickets! We got all fancied up and saw Beauty and the Beast- one of my childhood favorites.

We had dinner at Benjy's, which I've never tried. Cool concept, nice atmosphere, awkward waiter, lovely conversation, and delicious entrees, though slightly overpriced with smallish portions.

The show was really good. It was funnier than I expected. Belle was my favorite. Her voice was amazing. She sounded just like the movie version.

We all agreed that the first act was great- I particularly enjoyed the bar scene during Gaston's song, and the visual effects during Be Our Guest. The second act left much to be desired- it's like they ran out of time while designing the set and just threw it together.

For that, we decided that it did not beat out The Lion King (which only Missy has seen and determined is the show to beat) but it was still a delightful night and entertaining show.

Requisite picture of Akhtar and his harem of lovely ladies. Seriously, we clean up pretty nice.

Thoughts of late

- Plan B (yet to be described here) is starting to get a move on. I'm scared. Plan A is safe! Plan B just kinda randomly inserted itself into my life and I'm nervous I'll get myself all excited over nothing. Enough of Plan B. It's not safe to talk about yet.

- I've had an unpleasant taste in my mouth lately. My oral hygiene routine hasn't changed, so I dunno what's the deal.

- Started wearing contacts again. We have to start wearing safety glasses in the lab, or else attach these little side-cover things to our prescription glasses. Well, the side-things don't do much but sit on your temples and be annoying and do absolutely nothing to protect your eyes. So, contacts + legitimate safety glasses is the new thing. Apparently I look a lot different in contacts, or so my coworkers say. I just think I look like me. SHRUG. Which means I should go to the eye doctor soon because I'm wearing an old prescription.

- Officially going to look for dermatologists next week. Zits are back by force. Enough is enough. I'm a grown-ass woman and I'm sick of it. Besides, I need this shiz cleared up by the time the nuptials roll around. Ain't nothing windex is going to clear up...

- In addition to the funky mouth, in general I just feel funky. Gross and sluggish. I feel like I need a good long sweaty run or something. Or a detox. < --- hahaha yeah, right. For real, though. Since I'm making the doctor rounds, I might as well make a trip to the GP. I've also been putting off a trip to the gyno. I wonder if I can get it all done in 1 week?

- Been completing a lot of my continuing education courses lately. I've got a lot of catching up to do. It feels so much like studying. It's kinda nice to exercise the brain a little, but also glad it's in small doses. STILL have an aversion to studying, 2 years out.

shoutouts

Mom really helped me out today. Friends are more awesome than I deserve. Sistahs there for me every second that I've ever needed them. Truly blessed.
Really tired, and I haven't showered, or eaten, or packed a lunch for tomorrow, and there's crap everywhere, but I'm feelin' good.

Shoes.

Let's take a break from how frustrating things are right now, and talk about... shoes!

I finally took a pair of shoes, slapped some glitter and mod podge on them, and gave them new life!

These are my shoes.

My beloved black pumps that are so comfortable that I can stand in them all day. They'd seen better days, for sure.

A coat of mod podge, a generous coat of glitter on top, let dry for a day or so, then repeated. After the second glitter coat had dried, I applied another coat of just mod podge, so it wouldn't shed glitter herpes everywhere. The effect:

Pretty new glittery shoes! The best part is, they were already broken in so they are comfortable as all get-out. Plus, the mod podge and glitter only cost me a few dollars.

Shoes!
...betch.

P.S. These are not the aforementioned glittery wedding shoes. Those are these, but in platinum gold, which I can't find online. Gorgeous! 

whelm.

Hoo.

Being pulled in 10 different directions right now. One thing after another. I feel like various parts of my life have been grabbed, tossed up in the air, and are being suspended above my head. Then, just to liven things up a bit, other stuff is being thrown in and juggled with the original stuff, and the original stuff is being switched out with new stuff. All at the same time.

I'm so scatterbrained. I need a big giant to-do list that I can carry around my neck like flavor flav's clock (or whatever that thing is). Or a personal assistant. I'll just pay her in gum.

Oh yeah, I'm broke again. My debit card was a slut this weekend. Something about the allure of sparkly wedding shoes that makes me whip out my debit card a little too fast. I am a woman, after all. Oh, those shoes are gorgeous.

But, all this tumult is for a reason. It's all eventually going to be good things. I just wish there was a switch I could flip to make it all turn off when it's time for sleep. Because shitty sleep + crazy tumult = even crazier tumult and scattering of the brain.

I'm just praying that, as things work out- like they always do- I can keep myself together.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to hide from life today and try to get a little peace.

refreshed

Just when I get to feeling really lost and kinda detached from things, I get a late-night phone call from Chris that snaps me back into feeling good about things. He's just as excited as I am about what's going on in two months. It's hard to remember that when we don't talk and there's no one to share the excitement. But he just fits right in where he's supposed to in the scheme of things and completely fills every doubt that I've been having.

And, he's given me advice about some important life-changing things that I expected him to give; but it feels so much better to actually hear it from him.

So continues this saga.