Too personal for the internet.
Me: Ya. So, I really wanted to lose 3 more pounds.
Bronson: Three pounds. Dude. You could take a Midol and lose that!
Me: Ha. Ya. I guess. I was 198 when I started. Now I’m 144. I’d like to be 141.
Bronson: Oh my God. Is that even healthy?
Me: What do you mean?
Bronson: That seems really low.
Me: Aww. That’s nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
(p.s. I’m not anorexic. It is totally healthy).
I got up at 4:30 a.m. today because I am obviously insane.
And I’ll probably do the same tomorrow.
I’m genuinely scared that the five girl scout cookies I ate this afternoon will somehow turn into 15 pounds.
Seriously. This is me. I think that. I believe that five girl scout cookies will some how mean an additional pant size.
So, I will get up at 4:30 a.m., poke in my contacts (which will kind of burn because they weren’t even out of my eyes long enough to become clean), plop into a car colder than ice (ICE!) and drive to jazzercize half-asleep, all while wearing a sports bra that I’ve worn for like three other classes this week.
I’ll smell awesome.
You kinda want me right now, don’t you?
I mean, you know I do all this, to make you want me.
And also the girl scout cookies. Actually, mostly the girl scout cookies. Because those things are awesome.
Maybe my friend on Facebook was right this week when he was all “usually manic Mondays make for easy breezy Fridays” (or something like that).
Things have calmed way down at work, we did Christina Aguilera’s Candyman in Jazzercise today (one of my all-time favorite songs, which I played on repeat for 37 days straight when it came out), AND, I just had a seven-layer burrito (see: url).
Oh, and I got a new watch.
Just went ahead and splurged $13 of my hard earned moo-la (er, actually, my mom’s hard-earned moo-la. We all know I have no moo-la) on a lovely little silver watch, with pink gems around the edges.
Sure, sure, it annoys the crap out me and my wrist, and it’s really big on me because it’s a $13 watch, so I don’t know how to adjust the size, and I usually just end up taking it off and laying on my desk while I work – but GUYS, it’s so pretty.
It makes me feel like an old-fashioned grown-up from the days before clocks were on all our portable phone devices and people constantly looked at their wrist to indicate that a conversation was taking longer than it should.
Polite, yet totally to the point. Yay!
And, tomorrow, I’m slated to have lunch with one of my bestest friends (who’ll even be vegetarian for the day for Lent!) and I’m also supposed get out of work at reasonable hour (note: the preceding sentence just jixed any chance of me getting out of work at a reasonable hour). Plus! It’s pay day!
I have a good feeling about Friday, Feb. 26. I really do.