angelak | Still managing to keep active. Somehow. Heh...

Some random stuff (it's hard to write a lot whilst in the class).

This morning was a 5AM workout morning. I've been shotty at best at my Physical Therapy.
But today I got to it, and today I also have a PT appointment. Next week I can be better, and this weekend I am going to do my damnedest to hit it every.single.day as often as recommended.

I went to happy hour last night. Kelsi was there, and so was Mel.
Sometimes these events are disappointing. It's a lot of talking about nothing. This can be nice when you are totally in the mood – but really, right now I'm rarely in the mood to just “chat it up,” about random shit whilst resisting all sorts of stuff (crappy bar food, and alcohol). Alcohol might have made me feel better about hanging with Kelsi.

Yikes.

Nothing on the menu at Rockbottom (the bar we went to, it was a brewhouse).
I'm really trying to maintain some level of health, and it's hard to do when in the presence of happy hour appetizers. I ordered a ceasar salad. It was my best choice. Although I had some nachos of some dude named Bret. I'm not sure how many, but it spoiled my appetite for dinner later.
I ordered an iced tea so that was a victory. I drank like 4 giant iced teas.

Kelsi accused me of “never eating real food,” anymore. I was offended. I made a moderate deal about it. (You know, verbalizing on it.) I eat healthier food. What I said was, “how do you know, you're never around me when I eat?” She claimed, “yeah true. I never see you eat.”

It just annoyed me. One of the things I am NOT doing, is NOT eating. That has never been something I've done and successfully got anywhere with it. Maybe a day or two or during breakups.
But the last year of my life has been consistent, REAL food. I rarely order salads. I just didn't want to sit there and eat nothing while everybody ate SOMETHING. And the menu was just bad.

Anyways. That is what it is.
I CT'd last night with arms/abs. That went well.
I had weird fares of food.
Nothing to be called an official dinner.
Blarg, hate that.

Jim's dad comes over today and we have had zero time to work on the duplex and it's cleanliness.
Well, I did pick up a few things here and there, and I started the dishes before I left the house.
These are good things. It would appear the kitchen is mostly clean – if I have just 30 minutes I think I can make our house presentable to a guest. :P

I just hate having people come over and have it looking all super “LIVED IN.”
Jim and I aren't slobs. We're pretty good, but I like it to shine just a little extra. Considering that this is the first of Jim's family that has been over to any of his dwellings.

Sure – his old apt was a bachelor pad with army men. Nobody really wants to visit that dwelling, after all. But I don't want our home to look like an army bachelor pad. So, as soon as I get home I want to spiff up the house. His father arrives around 1800. I get off class around 1600, and have an PT appointment at 1700-1800, and it generally runs over from anywhere to 10-30 minutes.
It's just sort of how it goes. This class appears that it will let out early, though.
So if I have my way, I can be home by 1530-1600, and have plenty of time to fix the house up (even though part of this should be Jim's responsibility, it is his guest mostly). But he works until 2000 hrs and that totally sucks. First off, I do get to kill 2 hours with his dad. Not a big deal, but I have yet to really ... get that comfortable with his dad yet. We've met twice, tops.

I wrote him quite a few emails in the last two years, but beyond that, he's a Texan that is Jim's dad. A very nice guy. A guy who clearly passed down some sense of moral compass for Jim, and a straight arrow sense of fairness to Jim. This has given me much reason to like the guy. I feel like Jim's “fair” side, was a trait he learned from dear ole dad.

None the less. The evening should be interesting. At the very least, by the time Jim gets home, I'll be hungry, and so will his Dad. So we're planning on doing dinner. I guess his dad is staying the weekend and crashing on our couch.

OH.
Ok.

Thanks Jim for the heads'up.
Not a big deal – again, I just wish we had better accommodations for people like this. Sure, our couch is a cozy one... but jeeez.

It will indeed be interesting.
Indeed. Very interesting.
At least it really is looking like I will get home with plenty of time to spare.
Perhaps my next entry will be my mental to-do list for the house...

Anyhow. Happy hour was good and bad. There were some funny moments and some cool people.
There were some annoying moments and some lame people.
I left to go circuit train at home, thinking I wanted wine with Jim. I passed on the wine because after circuit training I felt (full). Weird? Weird.

My arms get a lot more fatigued by the end of my 4 sets with more arms and abs. Right now it's my necessity. I should really begin to amp up the CT to my old 2-3 times a week again, with the E machine as my stand-in for my runs (bluh) and also some swimming on the side. This way I feel like I have some sort of routine for what used to be a well-followed and sought out routine to keep me mentally and physically stable and sane. This whole getting up early thing has actually been WORKING, the backlash is just that I become hungry earlier and while in my netdesk class I end up eating all their free pastries instead of wholesome food. So I feel like on one hand I did awesome. On the other hand I ate a bunch of crap.

But I bet if I keep this routine up next week when I am not around a bunch of free sugar and beverages, it will actually yield happier results causing me to feel more like my old self. The old self being the runner who didn't over-indulge.

I'm still a runner even if I'm out and down for the count. I just feel a bit lost in it.
I see the PT this afternoon. I hope she has SOMETHING good to say about my progress. Please?
Hm. I also need to figure out if I can get to chinatown before I leave today to look for the last part in my mom's mother's day tea-basket-goody bag. Been working on it diligently.
Maybe I can find some loose tea down there...

Hmmm... Anyyyyway.

-Angela