My Everything Hurts

My muscles.  My lazy, slack, weak, untrained muscles.

Yesterday, Leh and I did some Wii stuff.  Boxing.  Golf.  Baseball.  Then we put in the Wii Fit and did a few games on that before trudging downstairs to do P90X.  P90X is this uber workout system that pushes you.  It’s intense but works and gets results.  It’s a 7 day a week, 1 hour push of your limits.  I couldn’t do some of the abs stuff.  Leh says I did more than she did her first time around, so that’s got to count for something.  My lower ab muscles need the most work.  I can’t do one of the exercises without lifting my lower back off the floor.

I woke up this morning and my arms felt like T-Rex arms.  Completely useless.  My back muscles even hurt.  I think this is a good sign though.  My abs were fine (unlike last night) until I stepped over the weight bench to get something out of my closet.  Pain is love.  Pain is love.  My body will thank me for all this torture when I’m all smexy and svelt.  Or at least that’s what I’ll tell myself when I start abusing the A535 Sport stick again.  When I declare that my bathtub is the love of my life.

Wii Fit says I gained back 2lbs.  I’m hoping that’s muscle because I’ve been pretty good.  Even at the potluck I didn’t get carried away.  Oh well.  I continue to count what I’m eating and keeping it in the 1600 range.  I’m doing something exercise-ish everyday.

I’m pretty sure Sunday/Monday I was fighting off the start of a cold or something similar.  I felt completely drained.  Sunday I racked out for hours and still managed to go to bed at a decent hour.  I got home from work yesterday really early and put in a load of laundry.  Managed to stay awake to get it in the dryer.  Didn’t stay awake to hear the dryer buzz.  This was kind of my fault.  I was cold, so I wrapped up in a blanket.  I wanted to watch The Golden Girls so I stretched out.  It’s not my fault that Bea Arthur screeching “MA!” lulls me into a peaceful sleep.  I woke up around 2:30ish though, so I didn’t sleep the entire day away.

Rachel came over around 4pm for a drink (she drank) and chit-chat.  Her weekend was an epic fail.  She wanted to be cheered up with a Gaynip story.  I’ve always got a good story.

Oh man, I read this blog this morning on “25 Reasons It’s Great to be Single”.  It was a terrible list.  Don’t even get me started on the issues with your/you’re.  I decided to challenge myself to make a better list that didn’t include things like passing gas/stinking up the bathroom/porn/drinking milk straight from the jug… (and to think this list was written by women!)

  1. No waiting for the shower or bathroom.  Unless you have company or the cats like to take a hot soak, it’s always free.
  2. You eat what you want.
  3. Sleeping in the middle of the bed.  With all the pillows and blankets.
  4. Choosing a movie/tv show/music has never been easier.  If you’re arguing with yourself about any of these things, you need help.  See a doctor.  Now.
  5. Quiet time.
  6. If something bores you, you can stop doing it.  No more feigning interest.
  7. No fighting over who’s turn it is to do a certain chore.  Oh sure, it’s always your turn, but at least there’s no arguing about it.
  8. If something around the house doesn’t get done, no one is going to bitch and moan about it.
  9. You can get drunk on a Tuesday afternoon and not explain yourself to anyone.  (Except maybe your boss, if you should be at work).
  10. Panties.  We all have a few pairs that aren’t so much sexy as they are functional.  They can be worn without shame!
  11. PMS.  You can be a bitch, a cry baby or eat like Kirstie Alley without judgment.
  12. Coming home at 3am.  No explaining where you’ve been, or with whom and what you did.
  13. No one to check in with 18 million times per day via text/email/phone.
  14. You’re always right.  Even when you’re wrong.
  15. It’s okay to eat an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
  16. Flirting and checking people out won’t get you into trouble.
  17. If you whip out a new toy during play time, you won’t have to reassure anyone about their performance.
  18. No one can spoil your good mood upon waking up on the wrong side of the bed.  (Unless you’re me, in which case you can actually make your own mood WORSE).
  19. You don’t have to hang out with people you don’t like.  (I once had to spend an entire day with a group of men who’d never met a lesbian before…it was exhausting being nice and pretending like their little comments were witty/funny when what I really wanted to… )
  20. No meeting parents.  That’s always awkward.
  21. Naps.  Anytime.
  22. Comfortable jammies.
  23. None of your friends have to censor themselves.
  24. No explaining why you spent $100 on something called “The Ultra-Pleasure-Vibe-2000”.
  25. No stressing out about gifts.

The one on the other list that makes me wonder is about drinking milk out of the jug thing.  If you’re having sex with someone I don’t understand why drinking from the milk is taboo.  Yes, if you have people over and one of them wants a tall cold glass of milk, that’s an issue.  That’s going to be an issue if you’re drinking from the jug single or not.

I find it amusing that people have to make a list to justify the single life.  I made my list to counter the other list, not because I need to tell myself it’s okay to be single.  It has it’s advantages, and I’m sure if I thought about it I could find 25 reasons why it rocks to be in a relationship.  There are pro’s and con’s to every situation.  Whatever gets you through the day without drawing a nice hot bath and making friends with Slashy McRazorblade, I guess.

D is here today.  I should have purple hair today.  Should.  Photo’s to follow.


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