It's amazing how a few new stretch marks can kick you into gear. I know I've gained more weight since last year, almost 10 pounds more in the last six months. It's disgusting, I am sick of myself, looking at myself and seeing how big I've become.
Usually when I get home from work, I just want to chill out, but not anymore. Starting tomorrow (or today I guess, since its past midnight) I'm going to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes on a steep incline and fast as I can. Then for a cool down, I'm going to take Boomer on a walk around the block twice. Each night I'm going to weigh myself and write it down on the calendar that sits on my computer desk. That way, I'll see how much I weigh all the time that I am sitting at the computer instead of doing something active.
Tonight, I did a couple of sets of crunches and side crunches, and used the weights Zach let me borrow to do four sets of this one thing he showed me that works your back, legs, arms and tummy. I figured that be all for tonight since I'm not in shape at all, and it's late, I can't really go into the garage and turn on music and risk waking my parents up. Tomorrow, though, it's go time. I'm tired of being fat, I'm tired of new stretch marks appearing, or looking at photos from five months ago where I was fat and complaining about it, when now I'm even fatter. Salads are going to become my best friend at work during lunches, and apples for random snacks at home or at work. Also, I'm cutting out alcohol. Sucks since Zach and I like to drink a couple glasses of wine, and I like to drink those shitty Mike's Hard Lemonades that are loaded with sugar every weekend. But I think that's how I gained more weight after that shot that messed me up last year. It was an extra 30lbs I didn't need, and ever since then, I just keep gaining.
NO MAS.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Strange Day
Today has been odd, I don't know if it has something to do with my weird sleep schedule, or what, but today, people were on the extremely stupid side. I had some customer write "4,500.00" down as an amount to wire someone via Western Union, and then flipped out on me, saying "I WANTED TO SEND 45.00!!" Well, zeros and comma placement was something I think everyone learned back in fourth grade.. so settle down.
Steve is about to get his ass beat, too. He's one on saying I can't run the desk, and I'm going to need a lot of help from management this week because it's the first week of the month and it's when it's busiest up at the desk. Yeah, I know that. That's PROBABLY why they put me up there on Wednesdays and Thursdays, because it's the busiest. He walks around like he's the damn inventor of the service desk, "I am King Steve, down to meeeeeeee." No, go to hell. I know how to run the desk. Tom, Larry, Rob, Daniel, Brian, and Karina ... you know, all of the REAL managers, seem to love me up there, and customers adore me up there and everyone is scanning is thrilled when Steve isn't at the desk, so he can go to hell. KTHX. While on the Steve rant, I don't appreciate him changing the hours he wants, suddenly taking an interest in Friday's and Saturday's off. Bitch, you are like a hundred years old, WTF do you need the weekend off for? Cause I'm only 23, and I need it it get wasted and pass out at my boyfriend's house. Okay, maybe I don't get wasted or pass out, but still, I am younger, therefore, weekends are mine.
In other news, the little asshole kids that egged my car while at Mary's party last Friday ... I will hunt them down one way or another and f**k their shit up! Despite mine and Mary's attempt to hose off my car and dry it off, apparently a spot was missed, and there is an oval of paint missing from the driver's side passenger door. I am not a happy camper. They are lucky I didn't catch them. I would have love to grab them by the back of their hair, and make them lick the raw egg off of my car, then slam their head into the sidewalk, I am so pissed off.
But now that that's out of my system .... I guess my poor Leela couldn't look brand new forever. Just wish she could've made it to a full year before dents and other things damage her new-ness.
Anyway, that's a little update from me. Kthxbye.
Steve is about to get his ass beat, too. He's one on saying I can't run the desk, and I'm going to need a lot of help from management this week because it's the first week of the month and it's when it's busiest up at the desk. Yeah, I know that. That's PROBABLY why they put me up there on Wednesdays and Thursdays, because it's the busiest. He walks around like he's the damn inventor of the service desk, "I am King Steve, down to meeeeeeee." No, go to hell. I know how to run the desk. Tom, Larry, Rob, Daniel, Brian, and Karina ... you know, all of the REAL managers, seem to love me up there, and customers adore me up there and everyone is scanning is thrilled when Steve isn't at the desk, so he can go to hell. KTHX. While on the Steve rant, I don't appreciate him changing the hours he wants, suddenly taking an interest in Friday's and Saturday's off. Bitch, you are like a hundred years old, WTF do you need the weekend off for? Cause I'm only 23, and I need it it get wasted and pass out at my boyfriend's house. Okay, maybe I don't get wasted or pass out, but still, I am younger, therefore, weekends are mine.
In other news, the little asshole kids that egged my car while at Mary's party last Friday ... I will hunt them down one way or another and f**k their shit up! Despite mine and Mary's attempt to hose off my car and dry it off, apparently a spot was missed, and there is an oval of paint missing from the driver's side passenger door. I am not a happy camper. They are lucky I didn't catch them. I would have love to grab them by the back of their hair, and make them lick the raw egg off of my car, then slam their head into the sidewalk, I am so pissed off.
But now that that's out of my system .... I guess my poor Leela couldn't look brand new forever. Just wish she could've made it to a full year before dents and other things damage her new-ness.
Anyway, that's a little update from me. Kthxbye.
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