Re: Lent

It isn't technically "watching TV" if I watch an episode of Better Off Ted on my computer.

No reviews at this time, it's late, but I read three books this weekend, Best Gay Erotica 2010, Best Gay Romance 2010, and Sense and Sensibitity.

"No pain no --" "STFU!"

After a bitch of a day at work, I had my second "new project" workout with my trainer.  My plan is this - no matter how bad it is, I won't bitch.  He tells me to do it, and I do.  If I can't do it, I take a rest and try again.

He seems to like this approach.

Everything aches right now, but that's just how it is.

Whatever.

At least I have a four day weekend coming up.  Which I have to spend working out, and writing, and surreptitiously taking care of work stuff so I don't come back to absolute chaos.

You know, when I gave up TV, I assumed that it would free up some time.  But I have had so much less free time than before.  How the hell is that even possible?

Mantra

I will be happy for my friends when good things happen to them.  I will be happy for my friends when good things happen to them.  I will be happy for my friends when good things happen to them.*













*Mostly

"I know. That's what makes me so nice."

My trainer told me today that I'm his new project.  He doesn't feel like we're making progress and has determined that we - meaning I - need to step it up a few notches.  Or as he so succinctly put it, "I'm going to kill you this month."

Well, if today was any indication, he may very well do just that.  The name of the game was interval training - work out for a set time, take a 30 second break, work out for another set amount of time, take a 30 second break, ad nauseam (literally).  We did this for 45 min. or so, then I got to stretch.

I'm exhausted.  Between work and the theatre blogs and everything else, I'm just so damn tired.

But whatever doesn't kill us makes us stronger.  And if it does kill us, well, that's that.