March 31, 2004 :: 11:56 a.m.
Generally I don't run unless I'm being chased. With weapons.
Ye gods, my back hurts. Like, I need a tiny Asian woman to come and stomp on it with her tiny but effective feet - that kind of hurt. I'm thinking it's because I actually got off my ass and exercised yesterday, but I wasn't expecting to feel it in my back. I mean, I went jogging, I didn't do gymnastics. My back shouldn't be all sore. Although my posture was pretty horrendous, so... yeah. Also, big boobs? Not such an asset when you're constantly bouncing. That shit was just painful. Which, now that I think of it, is probably why my back hurts. Dammit. I should wrap my chest in duct tape next time.
And there will be a next time! For serious. Up to this point in the whole Operation Fat Ass: Elimination, I haven�t done much in the way of exercise. It's been okay - I've lost 27 pounds. But I've been stuck at the same weight for the past 4 or 5 weeks, so I figure that it's time to buckle down and start moving around a little. So I've started this Couch to 5K running program, which lasts for 9 weeks and will supposedly whip me into sufficient shape to run 3 miles straight through by the end of it all. I did the first day yesterday, and wow, am I ever out of shape. It hurt. A lot. I thought my lungs were going to explode. Also, my head, nose, and throat were (and still are, unfortunately) filled up with gobs of snot, so that was a drawback. But I got it done, and it did get easier toward the end, and I was left feeling quite proud of myself when it was all said and done. Day two will be Thursday, and day three on Saturday. Hopefully it'll pay off when I have to weight myself on Sunday, because I swear to god... if that stupid number doesn't change I am liable to ransack a bakery and stuff myself full of delicious iced pastries. Not exactly logical, I'll admit, but unfortunately quite likely.
Anyway, enough about that - I don't know why I'm writing about it at all.
Last night Adam and I went out for celebratory ice cream cones in honor of our recent achievements. His being that he got the job at LensCrafters (and also, he's just wonderful and deserves ice cream treats all the time) and mine being, of course, getting into PCA&D. The last few days have been less than the usual sucktastic; it's very disconcerting. Nice, but disconcerting. I'm not used to it. I do hope it sticks around, though - I need to start job-hunting in earnest come this weekend, so I'll need all the luck and universal goodwill that I can get.
Tonight I think we'll either be going to see a movie or hanging out at Joe's house, catching them up on back episodes of Joan of Arcadia. Depends on which Adam would rather (I could go for either, personally) and whether or not Joe and Joe are actually home when they say they'll be home. They're not so good about that kind of thing. It's annoying. But yeah, nothing really big is going on this evening. Maybe if my mom doesn't have anything to do I can persuade her to take me shopping. I need certain undergarments like you would not believe. Things have gotten slightly smaller and now stuff doesn't fit properly, or has broken, or just sucks. So that would be nice, but I'm not counting on it.
Rufus just came trotting up into my room, reminding me that I haven't mentioned him lately. He's doing fine, though - he's pretty much fully recovered, in that he's walking normally. No more limping kitty. It's a good thing, too, because that just... well, it was the saddest thing ever. However, the return of good health has also brought back his regular attitude, which is something like, "Touch me and die, bitch!" Yeesh. It's really a good thing he's so adorable, because otherwise no one would like him at all.
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