Working Out

Yesterday my coworker/friend (Hannah) convinced me to be her workout buddy.

This is apparently a real thing in normal women-women friendships.  I’ve never done such a thing before.

But I like Hannah and I like the idea of working out.  Endorphins, right?  Not to mention weight loss! Hurrah!

We went to the gym she has a membership to yesterday after work.  She’s allowed to bring a guest for free (the third reason for me going- it’s free!).
The only gyms I’ve gone to before have been either an apartment complex’s, or the one my father has.

I’ve never been to a mega-center where they have just rows upon rows of various machines.

Hannah was nice enough to show me to the area of the women’s locker room that had private lockable rooms to change in, instead of the big open area (which a lot of women were doing -shudder-).  I still felt awkward because they have the private rooms buried in the back, probably to discourage people from using them.

I also was one of only like, two women wearing sweats that went all the way to my ankles (as opposed to capris or shorts).  And I was certainly the only woman under 150 lbs that was wearing full length pants.
Hannah commented (she was wearing shorts), which was awkward.  I made some half-assed joke about not having shaved recently that she accepted.

We mostly just stayed on the treadmills because she wanted to start easy.  We’re supposed to go back Wednesday and do more elaborate machines.  I forgot to bring my iPod or headphones to plug into their elaborate row of TVs.  I could literally choose between 8 different TVs lined up on the ceilings.

I’ll probably just bring my iPod.

Hannah also wants to try the “goose-stepping machine” (or Heil Burner as I distastefully call it. I’m a terrible person.).  That isn’t what it’s really call.  It’s something like the “arc trainer” or something.

Here’s a picture that’s almost the same thing.

Anyway, it was an interesting experience I suppose.  I don’t like the gawking aspect, but I think I can manage to ignore it for the possibility of weight loss.

And it was fun going out to eat afterwards at a Mexican place two doors down.

We’re supposed to go back Wednesday.

A Wedding Panic

Don’t worry- not mine.

I just got asked to be a maid of honor by one of my good friends yesterday.

She’s actually not one I’ve talked about much on this blog only because we mostly text or talk on the phone and rarely hang out.  This is due to the fact that she had a highly demanding job and home life.

But she (we’ll call her Lizzie) contacted me last night and asked me to be her maid of honor.

I’m floored by the request.  I know it’s a big deal and I’m super flattered to be asked.  But I also know it entails some real responsibility (she already asked me to come over this week and help her go through possibilities).
I love Lizzie, she is a wonderful woman and one the few who stuck with me during my pregnancy and even after the Jeff fiasco.

But I’ve never even been to a wedding.  Much less been a part of one.

I’ve seen “27 Dresses” and “My Best Friend’s Wedding”, and it seems like a maid of honor has some big responsibilities.  I certainly don’t want to throw a crummy bachorlette party.

Thankfully the wedding isn’t until October.  But apparently this stuff needs lots of advanced planning.  And Lizzie is a huge pre-planning-type person, so I have a feeling we’ll be doing stuff from now up until the actual day.

She did say I get to pick out my own dress, which I’m thankful for.  Hopefully no heinous bridesmaid gown for me.  But she’s talking about already picking out her dress and I’m worried I’m supposed to pick mine out really early, which is a terrible idea with my constant weight fluctuating.  Can they re-size it closer to the date?  Will it look as good?  I don’t want to ruin the look of her wedding by looking like I’m wearing an ill-fitting dress.

I think I can manage it though.  Through the advice of other friends (Hannah’s been particularly helpful) and the magic of the internet.

Baby Steps

I think I really am going to try being single.  For reals. 

it’s probably going to suck, but perhaps- just perhaps- it may be awesome and enlightening and I will get to know me better.  It’s been awhile since I’ve done the whole single thing for real.

And besides the whole Craig being weird thing, there are some other things that the Universe I think is using to try and tell me to stop doing the whole dating thing.

#1
I am super sick.  Out of nowhere yesterday, I just started feeling like I’d been beaten up and my head hurt.  Then all last night I had a high fever and this morning I had to take a pile of drugs in order to go to work.  In fact, such a pile that I had to be driven to work as I didn’t trust myself to drive.
(I think I’ve mentioned before that ephedrine is magic 😉 )
Sick on Vday??? How strange!  Also, I doubt I’ll be feeling better enough to go on a stupid date with Craig tomorrow night.

#2
Stupid Craig texted me this morning bitching about feeling “under the weather” and that he called off work.  I feel like a bitch, but I have little sympathy considering I was up all night with a fever of 102 and still dragged my butt to work today.  Granted, that’s mostly because I need the money and there are other people in my department that took today off, so I would get a mark on my record for not coming in (and possibly fired).  But I really don’t want to play the whole nursing/sympathy thing with Craig feeling ill.  I suck at it and I know it’s selfish, but I hate doing it.  I really have to care about someone before I’ll play nurses aid to their ailments.  It’s not that I’m actively trying to be a bitch, I just hate illness and I was never “taken care of” as a child when I was sick, so I have absolutely no clue how to go about doing that whole thing.  The most I’ve ever done is brought Texas and Germany meds or special food/drink.  I think I made soup for Army once.  But I don’t do much in that whole department.  Not my thing.  Sorry Craig- barking up the wrong tree.

#3
My coworker that I’m starting to become good friends with- ahem I should take a leaf out of Weegee’s book and actually give her a blog-name- let’s go with…Hannah.  Not sure why.  Not even close to her real name.  I just like that name.   Anyway, Hannah reminds me of Germany a lot.  She’s really smart, doesn’t take shit, hilarious, and has a healthy interest in men and booze.  However, she’s had the same sort of crummy luck that I have with men lately.  We’ve been comparing notes for weeks and laughing about our similar disappointments.  Today she asked if I would want to go get drinks tonight to celebrate being unattached, single, and fantabuloso.  I told her I most certainly would like to.  She said she’d text me when she gets off her evening job, which should be at about 8.  I’m sort of proud of myself for being excited about it.

#4
Zoe.  I don’t really need to go into this much, I’m sure.  Ya’ll know how much I adore my lil’ puppy kid.  She is my world and I love her.  It said a lot that she didn’t like Craig.  I don’t think it’s a good idea to pursue a relationship with a person my dog dislikes.  Simple as that.

So, baby steps.  I can do this.  I think as long as I remain semi-social, I can manage being single.

-crosses fingers-