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a listy list

You keep forgetting you like lists, don’t you? This is a list of things I want to write long posts about, but I have do work, because I’m working 60-70 hours a week right now. WITH ONE JOB. I’m so dedicated.

• I went back to the gym tonight. SCORE.
• The Twins are amazing me right now. And I don’t mean my tits. I mean the baseball team.
• I’m pretty obsessed with Texas Hold ‘em still. And even more. I just need to learn how to play it with live people.
• I was going to do laundry tonight, but it’s almost 10pm. BUT – nobody would tell me I was making too much noise if I chose to do it.
• I’m headed to Milwaukee this weekend.
• I “accidentally” called my brother Saturday morning around 2 a.m. He told my friend Sarah that he has a girlfriend; he will not tell me this.
• Did you vote for Joe Mauer yet? He just went 5/5 against the Dodgers tonight and 4/5 last night – WITH A TRIPLE. He needs maybe 200,000 vote or so to catch up with Pudge Rodriguez. Sorry, Ron, but c’mon! Mauer could take down Rodriguez in a bottle fight and that’s what we should base our vote on!

all out of excuses

June 12. That’s the last time I was at my haven that is the gym. Can someone say lazy ass?

I’ve done some walking with friends and with the dog, so I guess I haven’t been absolutely sedentary. And see? This is how it starts. I start approving of little excuses like, “Well, I won’t go to the gym today. I’ll walk Riley Pants instead.” How does a 30 minute casual walk where I stop every 10 minutes while my dog eats grass compare to 45 minutes of heavy cardio following half an hour of weight work? It doesn’t. But in my head, it gets me out of making the 1.5 mile drive to my gym.

For a while, I was able to prioritize my life – both social and professional – by making sure A TRIP TO THE GYM was included on my to-do list to do every day.  Somehow, over the course of the past two weeks, it’s fallen down to the bottom of the list even below laundry. You know it’s bad when it’s below laundry.

Going to the gym before work? Not an option. I know how much I struggle to get up just to go to work.

The earliest I can get to the gym after work is 6:15pm. I work until 5:30. Then, I have to go home, take my puppy out for a bit, then I can head a couple of blocks over to sweat my ass off. I usually get home by 7:30 or 8:00 depending on how much talking I do with My Gym Buddy™. I take my dog out again for a longer walk, it’s usually 9pm before I can get in for the night.

More than anything, I’m just absolutely frustrated with myself. I jumped on the workout wagon like gangbusters, and promptly fell off that wagon with just as much gusto. I let everything else get in the way of what should be the most important thing to me — me.

And now I have to wait even longer before I can sell tickets to the gun show.