So, I had been going to the gym with one of my best friends who is getting married in September and one of the other bridesmaids. I am really sad that I can't go to the gym with them right now, but it is what it is. As soon as I start physio, I am going to talk to her about going to the gym and maybe using the arm ergometer and hopefully the recumbant bike. Anyways, my best friend was called yesterday about a policing application that she did. Her and I talked on the phone about it and she was kind of frightened about the run requirements. I suggested a trainer. The said trainer is a dick. The certified trainer told her that she had to lose 35lbs. Now let's get something straight. I have a degree in kinesiology. I have been a manager at a gym. I have been a pilates instructor, a weight trainer and have my personal training course. I let all of this lapse because a- I was overweight and b- the money was not very good in the industry for the quality of life that I would have to give up. Something about the fitness and health industry is just so backwards where health is determined by how much you weigh. It's ridiculous. If you are fit and muscular- you are healthy. My friend is healthy. Her specific goal was to discuss her running program. When I talked to her today, she said that the running program was the last thing on her trainer's list. I am working on the running program now.
I am home alone today with Kale (my brother's dog that lives with us). She is laying on my bed, underneath a blanket that she thinks is more useful to her than I. So cute. I have the Kodiak ice machine on my knee and it has effectively frozen it. Already, I have harassed both of my brothers, which well, I know that they love. I never thought that I was needy, but evidently, I think that people should talk to me (I have definitely not become an introvert). How dare my family and friends have jobs!
I did end up buying a juicer, I am pretty stoked. They have not mailed it out yet though.
On another note, I washed my hair yesterday, that was a comedy and a half. Something about seeing someone hobble to the sink, trying to balance on one leg and washing her hair is amusing. Thank God no one was home. I have since decided that these fiascos should probably be attempted when there are people around, in case I clutz out. And yes, I said clutz out. For those of you that know me, you get what I am saying.
Anyways, I think that is all for today. I believe that there are 40 days remaining.... The rest of this week is pretty boring until I go out.... It appears that 3 nights in a row I would be going out. I do not think that this is wise. I might stay in on Saturday just to keep my knee at bay. Be afraid, be very afraid.
So, bad news bears, today's session is over. I am off to research running programs, attempt to make food, and heaven knows what else I will attempt to do. Maybe read some Canadian Securities- pretty enticing eh?
Ciao bella!
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