So it's been a week since my last post. Wow. I didn't think I would wait that long.
Random snack evaluation - I just ate some parmesan herb sun chips, and I did not like them. I like sun chips, but not that flavor. You would think they'd be really good, because who doesn't like parmesan cheese and herbs? But however they flavored these chips, they surely didn't please my tastebuds. And they didn't really taste that cheesy, just generally kind of savory but not in a good way. Ick. Now I have that taste in my mouth, and even though I'm chugging Pepsi, it's not going away.
Well, if anyone has been wondering if I've stuck to my exercise regimen - I'm happy to report that for the most part, I have. I started exercising again two weeks ago, and in that time, I've worked out six times, or three times per week. I wanted to work out more, but I'm pleased that I've managed to exercise as much as I have. As I'm sure anyone who is/has been on a quest to become fit knows, it's hard to be patient. I wish I could already see my body transforming, but I know that I won't see any changes for a while yet. But I get what seems like 2 Vicky's Secret catalogs per day, and now they've got their teeny bikinis out. I would really love to be able to wear one of those and not cringe in the mirror. I wouldn't wear the truly teeny ones though, because that's just too much of me on display. But knowing I COULD wear one and it would look good on me - that sure would be nice. I have one of those body-slimming, one-piece numbers, and it's very nice once it's on. But getting it on is like trying to go through the birth canal, only as an adult. I get that it's supposed to hold you in, but golly geez. Does it have to be such a struggle to get it on? Maybe if it had a zipper or hooks or something, anything, so that it could start out loose and once you have it on, then be tightened. (How did this become about how annoying one of my bathing suits is?) Anyway, the bottom line is, I am eyeing those bikinis with not just yearning, but now also with hope.
We live on the second floor of a double built in the 1910's, and just walking around makes the wood floors creak. When I exercise, I cringe at the thought of how much noise I'm making for our downstairs neighbors. But with how much they bother us with their screaming matches, loud bass (I don't call it music - it's unrecognizable as such - I can only hear scratchy guitar riffs that don't sound like any notes on the musical scale, on top of thumping bass), and cigarette/pot smoking, I tell myself that it's a small annoyance to them, and it only lasts 30 minutes at a time. And it's for something beneficial, albeit not beneficial for them.
I hope everyone has a stupendous weekend. Talk at ya later.
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