tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sleepless in Chicago Oog. I went to the gym and the gym kicked my ass. I did a Body Pump class (sort of like group weightlifting) and today every major muscle group is cursing me. I knew I was in trouble when zipping up the stairs at the gym slightly winded me. But, at least I went. The gym is packed with Resolutioners � it usually takes about a month before the crowd thins out. It is nice to have the usually exceptionally fit crowd speckled with normal looking people though. I suppose that�s one of the drawbacks of belonging to a gym in a college town � too many teeny co-eds wearing postage stamp sized gym attire. Tonight is Spin class, which shouldn�t be so hard � it was the one holdover class that I kept going to last month when I slacked off on my gym-goingness and it�s held in relative darkness - the better to imagine yourself on a real bike ride, or in my case, the better to hide your spandex-clad kiester. It�s time for a lunchtime Target run*. I need a couple of pairs of yoga pants � stat. I have only one pair with legs long enough for me to not freeze if I wear them outside in the winter and if I plan on beefing up my gym schedule I�ll need to invest in a couple more pairs so I�m not forced to do a load of laundry every night (hmmm� maybe that would be a good thing� nah.). Usually I just throw a pair of sweat pants on over my gym shorts and remove them before my class starts, but since my usual gym shorts are the bike short type and since I�m not feeling so hot about my ass right now it would probably be better for my self-esteem if I had a few pairs of lightweight loose pants to wear when I�m planning on hanging out in a room completely paneled in mirrors. Plus I need a couple of loose gym shirts that I can toss on over a sports bra. Again my usual gym attire is one of those tank-toppy spandex things but that�s not in the cards right now. Especially since when I gain weight one of the first places that gets bigger is somewhere that doesn�t want to be contained by a flimsy �shelf-bra�. But, as we all know, one cannot just pop into Target and expect to stay on the list. I also need to look for some pjs for Steve, check to see if they have any decent Christmas wrapping paper at 98% off, and look to see if any new Isaac Mizrahi clothes have come in. * Target run is completed - $125+. Why can I not leave this store without spending at least $100? Not surprisingly I forgot something (the discounted wrapping paper) and managed to buy things that weren�t on the list (Squeee! Target is carrying clothing and accessories by Fiorucci! I bought the signature cherub t-shirt that I coveted as a New Wave obsessed teenager in the 80�s � look out Debbie Harry, and a classy grey a-line skirt by Merona), and I did get one pair of yoga pants, a seamless sports bra, three half-zip long-sleeve workout shirts, and a pair of cute Nick & Nora pjs for Steve � all on sale! I also debated over but rejected a cute button-down and a � sleeve black t-neck by Isaac Mizrahi, but I hate ironing and I have at least 4 black t-necks and I know one has � length sleeves. I made it to bed by 10pm last night, but stayed up doing a crossword and blabbing with Steve until about midnight and then was unable to get to sleep before 2am. I woke up at 3am soaked with sweat � perhaps I was doing crunches in my sleep. I wish I were one of those people who could regulate their temperature while they sleep. I have one friend who can kick off the covers and wriggle out of her pjs without even waking up, although I suppose that waking up naked without really knowing how you got that way might be a little strange. Tonight will be all about the Tylenol PM. I will go to bed early and I will go to sleep. Resolution Diary: That�s all for today � sorry it�s not more scintillating but yesterday was pretty mundane. 2:04 p.m. - 2006-01-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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