space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- get physical so i've decided to shape up my ass. yes. i've been getting on the treadmill every morning, doing crunches, and lifting weights, and i've been enjoying good food that doesn't make me feel like a 500 lb blob after i eat. about a week ago, i was feeling really shitty and dumpy about myself, as i had been for the past few months, and i decided i needed to stop the bitching about how i hate myself so much and finally get up and do something. so far it's working. it's working very well. let's hope this time it sticks. one thing though. i've been eating a ton of fruits and veggies, and now i've got GAS 24/7. yes, capitalization and underlining is necessary. it's not accompanied by a deadly stench or anything, but it's driving me crazy. it's not a good feeling to have when i'm at work. is that what vegetarians have to go through all day? it's such a nuisance. i wouldn't wish it on anyone. and no, clay doesn't think it's cute. not in the slightest. i know that if i keep this up, i'm going to start shedding the pounds, and that's great and everything, but knowing that i'm already so obsessed with my image, i hope i don't start weighing myself everyday and keeping a weight-loss log and all that crap. i don't think that will be healthy for me. i don't know how much i weigh now, and i won't know how much i'll weigh then. that's just how i want to keep it. i hope i'm not thinking stupid. i just want to get in shape without it becoming the focus of my life. smashing!!! do people really use that exclamation for real? i betcha those silly brits do. so clay and i decided we'd take a little trip to shoneys the other night, and the hostess put us next to a huge table full of square dancers. no, really. square dancers. they were all wearing matching jackets with screen prints of little country folk dancing in squares, and the women were wearing these huge frilly calico country print skirts. they were being really loud and stupid, too. clay leaned over and asked me if it was okay that we were sitting near them. i didn't really mind. i thought it was funny, but then the waitress came by and cupped her hand onto one side of her mouth so the square dancers couldn't see, and then she asked if we wanted to move, but soon enough the group got up and left anyways, so there was no need to change tables. oh well. silly square dancers. 1:39 am - 03.31.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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