monday nights

finally emerged from the weekend party mode last night and hit the treadmill at 8:15pm last night. did the run for 2:30 and walk for 2:30 - ran 11 times. did a few weights and the ab work out.

it was a long session at the gym and i didn't get home and showered and on the couch until 10:45pm where i spent 45min of mindless watching of the damned digital cable box. now it's morning and i hurt and i could sleep for another couple of hours.

at least i have heat again in the apt. heat is important so you sleep good.

also, everything hurts. three days without any physical activity doesn't help the ultimate goal, especially when you indulge in cocktails and bottles of vino. i have to stop the weekend partying. it's just hard as a single gal, but i need to not do anything this weekend...although i'm not sure how that's going to fly.

for now...i must go to the gym tonight...well...at least tomorrow night.

wow...one month later. and not much has changed except that i have no more time for myself than i did before i went to St. John's, NL for work. who knew a month could fly by so fast.

i have more inspiration now than ever to start taking care of myself. this new guy that i'm dating [sparkle sparkle ] is completely fit and takes care of himself, surprisingly it doesn't intimidate me, it just makes me want to take care of myself better. this is a good thing.

i definitely need to start working out more and changing the prioirties from socializing and allocate more time for me, not just to do laundry. it's proving to be more of a challenge than i anticipated. through many years i've had a less than busy social calendar. all of a sudden in the last year, my social life has picked up. it's nice to have a variety of friends :) but i have to figure out how to balance a work out schedule in. then all the other stuff i'm doing [aka better eating habits] should pay off. what also helps, is doing activities with friends rather than going out and eating and drinking off our faces.

*sigh* time will tell...

non-athletic

Nothing healthy or excercise worthy of my weekend, unless bicep curls and a drinking game called Penalty Shots is sportif enough.

Time to work.