Last night I attended my fist water aerobics class in, I don’t know, almost a year. Most of the same folks were still there from last summer. None of them appeared to be any fitter than they were last summer. That was both a little disturbing and comforting. My favorite instructor was teaching. I’d been [...]
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Feeling da burn
March 10th, 2010
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Exercise. I excel at…putting it off. I can make a bajillion excuses not to go to the gym. Monday night, Hoylier had a dinner meeting. So that, I reasoned, was a great opportunity for me to go to the gym right after work. Except this is only a two-day work week for me, so I [...]
My overwashed jeans
February 28th, 2010
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I hate to exercise. I really do. I know people who are physically fit (and I’m looking at you, Olympic athletes) get high from working out, and believe me, if it made me feel like I did at parties back in the day, I would probably love it too. But I don’t get high. I [...]
The 2010 breakthrough
January 17th, 2010
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Today, I was determined to make it to the gym. And, despite all kinds of deterrents, I did it. By deterrents, I really mean stupid excuses. If stupid excuses were currency, I could pay our mortgage with them and have enough left over to get that yacht I always dreamed of. And I’d be sailing [...]
Home at last
January 3rd, 2010
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This blog picked it’s shit up and moved in the middle of the night, like it was avoiding paying the last month’s rent. That’s not true. This spiffy new design and new host are the work of blog goddess @MommyGeekology, or @RentAGeekMom, whom I HIGHLY recommend for all your blogging design needs. She’s just wonderful [...]
The little black dress strategy
October 3rd, 2009
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I am a goal-oriented kind of person. And I work best on a deadline. Oh sure, I bitch and piss and moan and stress to the point of screaming hissy fits when I am on deadline. But without one, I meander around aimlessly and never get much of anything done. Sort of like I did [...]
