Fat Rant 2 : Confessions of the Compulsive

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Main Entry: ir·rev·er·ent


Pronunciation: \-rənt; -vərnt\

Function: adjective

Etymology: Middle English, from Latin irreverent-, irreverens, from in- + reverent-, reverens reverent

Date: 15th century

: lacking proper respect or seriousness; also : satiric



— ir·rev·er·ent·ly adverb

Hmmmmm

Who'd have thought that bike shorts would have made so much difference? It was still uncomfortable (Boy, howdy!) but tolerable at least. On another note, I find that getting up early and breaking a sweat at the gym makes me feel better all day. And then when I get off work I don't have to feel guilty about being a slug on the couch. Hmmmmm-----

Begone, Jabba

The Pinky Swear (continued)

Today I got up at 5am and met my girlfriend at spinning class at LA Fitness. Nobody told me that I'd need padded bike shorts to make that seat comfortable. That was the only part I had a hard time with. (Literally) My nether regions haven't been that sore in YEARS!

More Spring Fever

I'm not into watching sports unless it's my grandkids.

The Pinky Swear

We have to start exercising again. My co worker and I started doing water aerobics at the health club a few months ago and then with our conflicting (ok-they conflict just enough for a good excuse) schedules and my adversion to doing anything when I get off work other than sitting and eating in front of the TV, we let our exercise date lapse. So today when I went down to her office for some important work related thing (certainly not just chatting with coffee) she said "We have to start exercising again". I said yes because when I look in the mirror I see myself morphing into Jabba the Hut. "Pinky Swear?" she said. And I did.

Spring Fever

My sister has baby goats! Spring is in the air. I wish I could focus but have come to the conclusion that I'm doomed to fail at that. I'm having elaborate fantasies about winning the lottery and embarking on world travels after quitting my job and doing random good deeds involving deserving less fortunate people. Whew!

A quote worth repeating

Your mind is like a parachute. It works best when it's open.

She found a good home!

A nice young couple with a month old baby bought the Subaru. They were very excited about it so I feel better that it's going to a good home. I know, I'm pathetic!

When I get too attached to stuff---

So I am going to sell my Subaru. I have a brand new 2008 Nissan Titan pick me up truck with black leather interior, satelite radio, electric everything (including seats to warn my behind on those cold winter mornings) and a big car payment to boot. The purchase of this vehicle is due to a rather large character flaw on my part. Everytime I think I am in love, it's with someone without the means to buy their own vehicle so I (in my effort to "fix" everything) decide (since, of course, THIS relationship is DIFFERENT than any other), that I should buy the damn thing and then they can make the payments. Which they neglect to do in a timely manner. So I have this big truck. And I have to sell my cute little Subaru that has been well loved for the last 4 years. And it's sad to me because what if somebody buys it that doesn't love it like it deserves to be loved? My friend said I need to get over it and cowgirl up. I know she's right. I need to move on. But I still hope my Subaru finds a good home.