April 9, 2013
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It is seventy five degrees outside and I am officially wearing shorts in the office. I have declared spring. Summer. Sprummer.
The weather is giving me all of this extra energy and I found myself wanting to take two walks yesterday. But, it's almost too warm. I started sweating and I hadn't even been jogging. So, I called it quits after one round, but I ate outside. I think that serves as a decent compromise.
I've been training with a personal trainer at the gym for a few weeks now. I don't know if it's because I'm stubborn or too regimented in my routine, but I find it difficult to adhere to what this trainer believes I should be doing. According to him, no Butterfingers and less carbohydrates. Less chocolate, less bread. I know I should be "healthier" and I recognize that white bread and milk chocolate have little value when it comes to protein. However, in order to complete my crazy cardio, I find that I need those items to get through my workout. I guess I should give it a try, though. I'll adjust. I really do need more muscle, seeing as I can barely lift fifteen pounds. It's pathetic. I'm working on it.
I was reading on the treadmill, not looking up, avoiding eye contact. I thought it was going well when other guy went over to talk to someone else. But, that was short-lived. He came over to me and asked me about my life. I really don't understand this. I think I'm sending out the right signals... Then again, maybe not.
It would be nice to read minds. I think of this often, especially when I scan the gym from my machine and make eye contact with adorable boy. I really hope he doesn't know how excited I am about our future life together. That would spoil the surprise.
Also, I'm tired of working six days a week and I've only been doing it for two weeks. I want two days at least. Not one. One is not enough.
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