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Uff-da.
Wore green. No one was dumb enough to pinch me (though the black eye I'd have given them would have faded to a festive yellow-green on them in a week, right?) - I think wearing my asskicker boots was a good deterrent. Was indirectly accused of dressing like a slut, by the guy that hits on me daily (in a non-skeevy way, it's more that I know gamer jargon and watch SciFi [SyFy?] regularly, etc and he's not socially blessed, to put it nicely) - which was a real WTF moment, since I had on long jeans (now a half-size too big, huzzah!), long-sleeved shirt (with a high, nothing-showing neckline) and my hair up in a rather sedated French twist. Go figure. Must have been the long green 'come-hither' earrings (they're fugly, but they're green) and the arsenal of cheap sterling rings.
Fewer cramps tonight. Less GI trouble. (Yey. Still spotting, but that's to be expected, since it is That Time Of Month, more or less.) Yey? Quiz tomorrow - it was supposed to be yesterday, but we had a guest speaker instead. (I understand I am not an Accounting Person. Really. But a two-hour lecture on the Good Old Days as a CPA? REALLY not inspiring. Or interesting.)
I bought a cheap duffel bag (a quest in itself, since nothing is especially organized at that Sport Chalet) - now my gym things will stay in the car so I can actually USE them at the GYM - I've paid for two months now and haven't gone there. Oy. It's not like I'm aiming for a bikini body, but seriously... I have yet to shed the 10 pounds or 3 inches I wanted to get rid of by, oh... May. So. Working on that, I guess. I've at least tried switching to tea for half my caffeine needs at work, and opted not to eat nearly as much junk (and not eating out saves $$, too). Baby steps. I'm still seriously considering buying the Ellie Krieger book that lists swaps and small changes for healthy stuff, because I like the idea of those things in one convenient book, rather than scattered across the 'net and Prevention.com newsletters. Tomorrow after class, I intend to go to the gym first, instead of home - at least get ten minutes of treadmill and some muscle work in, yanno? Something. I'm losing what little tone I had in my arms. Boo. (Oh, and I am SO buying my gym clothes at Target - Sport Chalet wanted $60 for Nike-branded capris. The clingy-stretchy kind that make your cellulite show in HD. $60! Gawd. I hate going in there - 2/3 of the store is Roxy/Oakley trendy crap now, not even remotely sports related. I'll keep my off-brand washable not-clingy-and-fits crap from Target, thanks. I can get a sports bra, pants, AND tee there for the cost of one pair of pants at the other place. Seriously.)
I can smell the comfort food downstairs. Nummers.
Wore green. No one was dumb enough to pinch me (though the black eye I'd have given them would have faded to a festive yellow-green on them in a week, right?) - I think wearing my asskicker boots was a good deterrent. Was indirectly accused of dressing like a slut, by the guy that hits on me daily (in a non-skeevy way, it's more that I know gamer jargon and watch SciFi [SyFy?] regularly, etc and he's not socially blessed, to put it nicely) - which was a real WTF moment, since I had on long jeans (now a half-size too big, huzzah!), long-sleeved shirt (with a high, nothing-showing neckline) and my hair up in a rather sedated French twist. Go figure. Must have been the long green 'come-hither' earrings (they're fugly, but they're green) and the arsenal of cheap sterling rings.
Fewer cramps tonight. Less GI trouble. (Yey. Still spotting, but that's to be expected, since it is That Time Of Month, more or less.) Yey? Quiz tomorrow - it was supposed to be yesterday, but we had a guest speaker instead. (I understand I am not an Accounting Person. Really. But a two-hour lecture on the Good Old Days as a CPA? REALLY not inspiring. Or interesting.)
I bought a cheap duffel bag (a quest in itself, since nothing is especially organized at that Sport Chalet) - now my gym things will stay in the car so I can actually USE them at the GYM - I've paid for two months now and haven't gone there. Oy. It's not like I'm aiming for a bikini body, but seriously... I have yet to shed the 10 pounds or 3 inches I wanted to get rid of by, oh... May. So. Working on that, I guess. I've at least tried switching to tea for half my caffeine needs at work, and opted not to eat nearly as much junk (and not eating out saves $$, too). Baby steps. I'm still seriously considering buying the Ellie Krieger book that lists swaps and small changes for healthy stuff, because I like the idea of those things in one convenient book, rather than scattered across the 'net and Prevention.com newsletters. Tomorrow after class, I intend to go to the gym first, instead of home - at least get ten minutes of treadmill and some muscle work in, yanno? Something. I'm losing what little tone I had in my arms. Boo. (Oh, and I am SO buying my gym clothes at Target - Sport Chalet wanted $60 for Nike-branded capris. The clingy-stretchy kind that make your cellulite show in HD. $60! Gawd. I hate going in there - 2/3 of the store is Roxy/Oakley trendy crap now, not even remotely sports related. I'll keep my off-brand washable not-clingy-and-fits crap from Target, thanks. I can get a sports bra, pants, AND tee there for the cost of one pair of pants at the other place. Seriously.)
I can smell the comfort food downstairs. Nummers.
