Monday
1. 6am Get up
2. 7am Work (long day)
3. 3:30pm Gym (short one)
4. 5pm Work 2nd Job @ Ada's
5. 7:30pm Home, shower, cook dinner
6. 8:30pm Start movie
7. 10:30pm ZZZzzzzz
Tuesday
1. 6am Get up
2. 7am Work
3. 3pm Gym
4. 4:15pm Home prep for massage, shower, eat something.
5. 5pm Massage
6. 6:30pm Massage
7. 7:30pm Eat Dinner
8. 8pm Help Bradley with his first online taxes adventure.
9. 9pm Watch a little trash TV
10. 10pm ZZZzzzzzz
Wednesday.....
1. 6am Get up
2. 7am Work
3. 3pm Gym (long one today!)
4. 4:30pm Eat something, clean my room, do some laundry, shower
5. 8pm Wokstar 1 year anniversary
6. 9pm start yawning and make my way towards home.
7. 10pm ZZZZZzzzzzzz
Thursday....
1. 6am Get up
2. 7am Work
3. 3pm Gym
4. 4pm Home, prep for massage, shower, eat something
5. 5pm Massage (1.5 hours)
6. 7pm Eat Dinner
7. 8pm Send text message to friends that I'm too tired for Trivia Night.
8. 8:02pm Start a movie
9. 9pm Wake up in the middle of the movie, turn off lights.
10. 10pm ZZZzzzzzzzz
Friday...
1. 6am Get up
2. 7am Work
3. 4pm Work 2nd Job at Ada's
4. 6pm Finish @ Ada's, celebrate the end of a 12 hour day.
5. 6:30pm Pau Hana drink and sunset.
6. 7pm Anything I damn well please.
Have a glorious Saturday swimming in the ocean and laying in the sun.
Have a glorious Sunday swimming in the ocean and laying in the sun.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wahines that Rock
I did it - I managed to go out on a Friday night. I've been a big stick in the mud lately, haven't been going out much, just happy to be in the honeymoon phase with Bradley. But I've been waiting for this concert for the last month, and I wasn't about to miss it. Luckily Carrie and Justin decided to go too, which I'm glad of because it ended up just being the four of us, and Bradley wasn't really motivated to go in the first place. So I got to enjoy all the awesome Wahines (women), and Bradley got to hang out with Justin for a while. We headed up early, got our tix, and then did a little walk along Front St., ate dinner at Penne Pasta (another Mark Ellman restaurant, so 50% off, yay!), and then mosied back toward Hard Rock Cafe. We stopped in a lot of art stores and galleries too, super fun.
The concert got started really late, and there were a few sound system issues along the way, but we really enjoyed awesome tunes from The Girlas, Erin Smith (my favorite), and some of Paula Fuga. All amazing musicians, and each with a unique style. We were all yawning by the time Paula started though - which wasn't until 12am. We made it through 1 and a half songs, and then all decided to head out. It was a really fun night though, and I'm proud of myself that i lasted that long. I'm so used to being at work early, and going to bed early, so staying up past 10pm is a big achievement for me. :)
The Mother Load
Patience is a virtue, and my man gots what it takes, Yo! I've been on several fishing trip with B-rad, and we've had some exciting close calls, but no big ulua fish while I was there. On Saturday night, Bradley headed out with his fishing buddy to black sands point (a hairy hike, out to the lava rock point, but good fun) for an overnight fishing trip.
At about 10:30pm, nestled in watching a Law and Order marathon, I get a call - he's caught a big one! He wrestled with it for about 15 minutes reeling it in, and then it got caught on the rocks so they had to gaff it. Unfortunately gaffing it means that you seriously injur it, and the chances of keeping it alive until morning when you hike it out are slim. So my illustrious job as the girlfriend of the fisherman - go borrow a car so I can go pick up the ginormous cooler, fill it with ice, and drive it out to the gate by the black sands entrance. All this so that JUST in case the fish dies before morning, that he can hike it out in the middle of the night and put it immediately on ice.
It's a good thing he love me like he do....cuz i did just that, and per Murphy's Law, the fish DID die about 2 hours later. So at 1am, Bradley had to hike that 33lb sucker out and put it on ice. It was totally worth it.......we're gonna be eating this delicate morsel for the next month I think:
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Old Tricks
After I finally realized that I would most likely forever be a short haired lady, I thought that my talent for the inside-out french braid would be laid to rest. Oh, not so, and how wrong I was. Little did I know that I would one day be braiding my boyfriends long locks......
It turned out quite nicely, if I do say so myself. :)
Oh, and if you haven't seen my new hair yet.
Friday, March 20, 2009
I Need a Breath of Fresh Air
It has been a crazy week, holy cow. Three big events:
1. Michele was fired. I know it's not really a good thing to wish this upon anyone, but this woman's nickname amongst all her employees is "Dragon Lady". Need I say more? Michele used to send the GM nightly emails about which server or employee she had in her sights for that moment - everyone around her always "needs a wakeup call", or "needs a serious discussion", or she's "burnt on their attitude". Almost every employee at one point or another has been deserving of termination in her eyes. And it never once occured to her that she might actually be the problem. At almost 50 years old, she has no sense of self-awareness....no possible clue that it might be her own ego or shortcomings that could be causing all the interpersonal issues on the restaurant floor. Honestly, I just have no patience for that kind of attitude - I know that I am in no way perfect. I have my moments of Type A Control Freak crap here at work, but if I end up with a real problem in front of me....I usually question myself first. How can I make this situation better? And 9 times out of 10, a quick moment of self reflection solves the problem.
Not Michele - the smallest issues become a federal case, and it's always somebody's fault. Normally I let Michele's crap flow in one ear and out the other, but about a week ago, she got in my face, raised her voice, and demanded her way or the highway. I was a little shaken by her total irrationality, and by how rudely she was willing to treat another human being. It's not the first time she's been hostile with me, but by God......it was the last.
It's already a happier place here...
2. I got my raise. I had a really awesome conversation with one of the owners on Tuesday - he asked me to stop by his home (a flipping amazing beachfront compound) to talk about my request, and about some other things going on at Mala. I was taken by surprise - while I was marvelling at the Christmas card on his desk from Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones - he flat out asked me what would make me happy. He let me know how much he valued my contribution at Mala, and how much he appreciated my keeping things in order there - something I hadn't heard before. I was surprised at how good it made me feel!! But I was definitely caught off guard, and in hindsight, I wish that I'd asked for more, but c'est la vie. He called me today to let me know that he was going to give me the raise. It was awesome, and it will allow me to fast track paying my dad back some money and start saving for a reliable vehicle, and be able to do outcalls for massage.
(2a. Jace, my one regular weekly client totally gave me a raise too. He upped my rate on his own just because he thinks I'm worth it. That was cool too.).
And saving the best for last.....number THREE.
Bradley and I had a real conversation about moving in together. Next month marks one year that we've been together (where did the time go???), and I feel as though we're following a very natural and easy path of being a....I don't know. A team? Partners? I'm not sure how to describe the fact that I just feel like we're very easily facing the world together now - a united front, interdependent. It's more romantic than that....I don't know how I feel about the term soul mate, but if I beleived in that....Bradley feels like mine. I've never felt this with anyone before, and I don't know if it's a factor of Bradley being the right man for me, or if it's just that now I'm ready for a truly serious relationship......maybe it's a little of both. But it doesn't really matter....I love him deeply, and can't imagine my life without him.
I've been thinking lately about moving out of my house (sniffle) to save some money, especially since there are so many places for rent out there right now. In talking more seriously about it, Bradley and I have more and more started hinting around at our future together. We had a really great talk last week about our relationship, and then this week we had an official conversation - I'll be moving in to his place with him when it's done. He had already been figuring out extra storage and closet space for my stuff and my shoes.....sneaky bastard.
It was such an easy conversation. I mean, of course there will be some getting used to...some adjusting, but I'm not scared at all. We spend every night together as it is. The only drawback is that it's in North Kihei, so it will be a hefty trek to work and back every day. I suppose that's more motivation to save pennies for a car. :)
I'm so flipping excited. I love this boy so very much that I can't even think about it too hard or I get all teary and emotional.
Anyhoo....that's 6-8 months in the future, when the place had passed inspection and all that jazz. So I've got some time in between, and I'm in the process as of this week of looking for a new interim place to live. I've been looking with Ryan Robinson - he's the front man for the band I've been singing with on occasion. He's a cool guy, and I'm hoping it works out - he does have some limitations on where he can live because the band needs to practice, so we'll see.
I believe that's all the craziness for this week so far. B-rad and I are thinking about a quick Hana trip this weekend - maybe leave tonight and head out for some overnight fishing at Wainapanapa. That would be fun, haven't been in a while. I'm just hoping for good weather - it's time for this rain to vamos already!
1. Michele was fired. I know it's not really a good thing to wish this upon anyone, but this woman's nickname amongst all her employees is "Dragon Lady". Need I say more? Michele used to send the GM nightly emails about which server or employee she had in her sights for that moment - everyone around her always "needs a wakeup call", or "needs a serious discussion", or she's "burnt on their attitude". Almost every employee at one point or another has been deserving of termination in her eyes. And it never once occured to her that she might actually be the problem. At almost 50 years old, she has no sense of self-awareness....no possible clue that it might be her own ego or shortcomings that could be causing all the interpersonal issues on the restaurant floor. Honestly, I just have no patience for that kind of attitude - I know that I am in no way perfect. I have my moments of Type A Control Freak crap here at work, but if I end up with a real problem in front of me....I usually question myself first. How can I make this situation better? And 9 times out of 10, a quick moment of self reflection solves the problem.
Not Michele - the smallest issues become a federal case, and it's always somebody's fault. Normally I let Michele's crap flow in one ear and out the other, but about a week ago, she got in my face, raised her voice, and demanded her way or the highway. I was a little shaken by her total irrationality, and by how rudely she was willing to treat another human being. It's not the first time she's been hostile with me, but by God......it was the last.
It's already a happier place here...
2. I got my raise. I had a really awesome conversation with one of the owners on Tuesday - he asked me to stop by his home (a flipping amazing beachfront compound) to talk about my request, and about some other things going on at Mala. I was taken by surprise - while I was marvelling at the Christmas card on his desk from Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones - he flat out asked me what would make me happy. He let me know how much he valued my contribution at Mala, and how much he appreciated my keeping things in order there - something I hadn't heard before. I was surprised at how good it made me feel!! But I was definitely caught off guard, and in hindsight, I wish that I'd asked for more, but c'est la vie. He called me today to let me know that he was going to give me the raise. It was awesome, and it will allow me to fast track paying my dad back some money and start saving for a reliable vehicle, and be able to do outcalls for massage.
(2a. Jace, my one regular weekly client totally gave me a raise too. He upped my rate on his own just because he thinks I'm worth it. That was cool too.).
And saving the best for last.....number THREE.
Bradley and I had a real conversation about moving in together. Next month marks one year that we've been together (where did the time go???), and I feel as though we're following a very natural and easy path of being a....I don't know. A team? Partners? I'm not sure how to describe the fact that I just feel like we're very easily facing the world together now - a united front, interdependent. It's more romantic than that....I don't know how I feel about the term soul mate, but if I beleived in that....Bradley feels like mine. I've never felt this with anyone before, and I don't know if it's a factor of Bradley being the right man for me, or if it's just that now I'm ready for a truly serious relationship......maybe it's a little of both. But it doesn't really matter....I love him deeply, and can't imagine my life without him.
I've been thinking lately about moving out of my house (sniffle) to save some money, especially since there are so many places for rent out there right now. In talking more seriously about it, Bradley and I have more and more started hinting around at our future together. We had a really great talk last week about our relationship, and then this week we had an official conversation - I'll be moving in to his place with him when it's done. He had already been figuring out extra storage and closet space for my stuff and my shoes.....sneaky bastard.
It was such an easy conversation. I mean, of course there will be some getting used to...some adjusting, but I'm not scared at all. We spend every night together as it is. The only drawback is that it's in North Kihei, so it will be a hefty trek to work and back every day. I suppose that's more motivation to save pennies for a car. :)
I'm so flipping excited. I love this boy so very much that I can't even think about it too hard or I get all teary and emotional.
Anyhoo....that's 6-8 months in the future, when the place had passed inspection and all that jazz. So I've got some time in between, and I'm in the process as of this week of looking for a new interim place to live. I've been looking with Ryan Robinson - he's the front man for the band I've been singing with on occasion. He's a cool guy, and I'm hoping it works out - he does have some limitations on where he can live because the band needs to practice, so we'll see.
I believe that's all the craziness for this week so far. B-rad and I are thinking about a quick Hana trip this weekend - maybe leave tonight and head out for some overnight fishing at Wainapanapa. That would be fun, haven't been in a while. I'm just hoping for good weather - it's time for this rain to vamos already!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Yay
Finally had a good long talk with my mommy today. We have some great conversations, and we laugh a lot together. I love that. I miss you mommy.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Holy Awesome
I have a lot of money in my bank account right now. Well, a lot for me anyway. Got my tax return!!! So many wheels turning....gotta put some in savings, some to give my dad, some for a little interisland trip, some for a new tattoo, some for a car, some for a massage table pad, some for m----
Yeah, it's not that much.
But it's still cool.
Yeah, it's not that much.
But it's still cool.
Cookin it up...
I know this may sound a little ridiculous, but I've been so proud of myself lately. Those of you who know me well, know that I'm not that interested in cooking. I've never really enjoyed cooking that much, I'm not very creative in the kitchen, and I usually don't have anything resembling the basic necessities of cooking. I tend to buy food items that don't require any actual cooking - you know, yogurt, cereal, salads, sandwiches, etc. I have been known to occasionally cook spaghetti or macaroni and cheese....things that you can't screw up too badly. (I'm the jerk that always bogarts bringin the salad or the chips and dip option for dinner parties because I dislike cooking so much) (or I bring a store-bought dessert)
I'm sure that having Bradley around all the time has helped in some way, but ultimately I'm not sure why I have a sudden interest in cooking food. Part of is has to do with food being so expensive here, and part of it has to do with my interest in saving money (see previous post), and the only real way to remedy that situation is to cook at home. Part of it also probably has to do with my being in a relationship - I didn't realize how much of my motivation to go out was fueled by the desire to meet someone special. Now that I have him....I really couldn't care less about going out (during the week). I'm so happy to come home, catch up on our days, cook some dinner, and snuggle up with a movie.
ANYWAY.....my point is.....(good lord I'm verbose sometimes).....after going to Costco on Sunday and spending a whole love of money and buying in bulk, I made a decision that I would not eat out for three weeks. The impetus being the desire to not spend anymore money when I have perfectly good food in the house. Normally I do that kind of thing, and then eventually the majority of that food just goes to waste. This time....no can do! I have cooked dinner every single night since Sunday, and like I said, I am goofily proud of myself. (yes, goofily is a word Elissa) (look it up) (it's right next to irregardless).
Wednesday night was an extra special night of cooking for me for two reasons: Number Uno, Bradley was bringing over some fish that he caught. Too cool to be able to catch your dinner. Some of you may be gasping at the thought of my eating fish. I was too, but I was determined to try it because Bradley caught it! Number Dos, I was going to make these portobella mushrooms that are uber delicioso that Tilla used to make when I lived with her in SJ. So we did it up right: A beautiful Ullua filet, some fish fried rice, broiled portobella mushrooms with feta and balsamic, and a gorgeous green salad with local avocados. Talk about a meal fit for a king - and even more exciting, I ate every bite of that fish, and asked for more. It was not fishy tasting at all, and I loved it.
Last night I made a chicken pasta with garlic, olive oil, and lemon. It was quite tasty. Tuesday night I made a sweet and spicy thai chicken. I can't say that I'm getting creative yet - I don't know if I will ever be in my mom's category, but I am pleased with a newfound enjoyment of cooking dinner. And also glad that I have someone who really loves to cook - Bradley is most definitely creative in the kitchen, and I'm taking notes.
I'm sure that having Bradley around all the time has helped in some way, but ultimately I'm not sure why I have a sudden interest in cooking food. Part of is has to do with food being so expensive here, and part of it has to do with my interest in saving money (see previous post), and the only real way to remedy that situation is to cook at home. Part of it also probably has to do with my being in a relationship - I didn't realize how much of my motivation to go out was fueled by the desire to meet someone special. Now that I have him....I really couldn't care less about going out (during the week). I'm so happy to come home, catch up on our days, cook some dinner, and snuggle up with a movie.
ANYWAY.....my point is.....(good lord I'm verbose sometimes).....after going to Costco on Sunday and spending a whole love of money and buying in bulk, I made a decision that I would not eat out for three weeks. The impetus being the desire to not spend anymore money when I have perfectly good food in the house. Normally I do that kind of thing, and then eventually the majority of that food just goes to waste. This time....no can do! I have cooked dinner every single night since Sunday, and like I said, I am goofily proud of myself. (yes, goofily is a word Elissa) (look it up) (it's right next to irregardless).
Wednesday night was an extra special night of cooking for me for two reasons: Number Uno, Bradley was bringing over some fish that he caught. Too cool to be able to catch your dinner. Some of you may be gasping at the thought of my eating fish. I was too, but I was determined to try it because Bradley caught it! Number Dos, I was going to make these portobella mushrooms that are uber delicioso that Tilla used to make when I lived with her in SJ. So we did it up right: A beautiful Ullua filet, some fish fried rice, broiled portobella mushrooms with feta and balsamic, and a gorgeous green salad with local avocados. Talk about a meal fit for a king - and even more exciting, I ate every bite of that fish, and asked for more. It was not fishy tasting at all, and I loved it.
Last night I made a chicken pasta with garlic, olive oil, and lemon. It was quite tasty. Tuesday night I made a sweet and spicy thai chicken. I can't say that I'm getting creative yet - I don't know if I will ever be in my mom's category, but I am pleased with a newfound enjoyment of cooking dinner. And also glad that I have someone who really loves to cook - Bradley is most definitely creative in the kitchen, and I'm taking notes.
I actually even went out and bought a little set of knives - one big one and one paring knife - nothing special, and certainly not CUTCO, but they cut so much better than the stuff that was at the house, and it makes a HUGE difference in the process.
Send recipes!!!
Bradley's fish.....mmmmm......
And Bradley.....mmmmm..... :)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The Aloha
I remember a few years ago, visiting Maui, and hearing people greet each other with Aloha - both the word and the value, and I wondered if I would ever feel comfortable adopting that phrase into my vocabulary.
When I first moved to this beautiful island, I used it intermittently depending on the audience and when I felt like I could "get away with it", and for some reason I felt like I was a bit of a poser using it.
I can safely say now that it is a very comfortable and common phrase in my vocabulary, and recently I have really begun to embrace it's meaning and practice it daily. Every now and then I'm reminded that it isn't a part of my native tongue, but I hope that someday that word along with many others - a hui ho, e komo mai, ohana, etc. - will forever be a part of my everyday language. For such a small alphabet, the Hawaiian language carries a lot of beauty.
When I first moved to this beautiful island, I used it intermittently depending on the audience and when I felt like I could "get away with it", and for some reason I felt like I was a bit of a poser using it.
I can safely say now that it is a very comfortable and common phrase in my vocabulary, and recently I have really begun to embrace it's meaning and practice it daily. Every now and then I'm reminded that it isn't a part of my native tongue, but I hope that someday that word along with many others - a hui ho, e komo mai, ohana, etc. - will forever be a part of my everyday language. For such a small alphabet, the Hawaiian language carries a lot of beauty.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Nuthin in Particular
I keep feeling like I should post something up, but really not much new is going on. I'm currently in a holding pattern at Mala, waiting to see if I'm going to get a raise. I should know end of next week. It was hard asking especially in this economic climate, but I've really been feeling undervalued - I'm taking over a lot of the roles the GM is supposed to be filling, and I've gotten no increase in pay. The GM makes an unbelievable salary, and I'm here with a small hourly wage. Which was fine with the original job description - not my current one. Good thing is that the owners seem to understand and agree that something needs to be done, it's just a matter of figuring out what that will be.
On a positive note, financially I'm in a good place right now - I finish paying off my scooter this month, and I'm expecting a nice return on taxes, which will allow me to completely catch up on my medical bills, and still save a little. So I'm hoping this is a turning point for me financially....if I can get a little bump in my hourly, then I'll be able to regularly put away a little money every month while still paying all my bills....that's a situation I haven't been in for a lot of years. I'm still very skeptical, thinking something is going to eff it up - I don't want to get my hopes up too high. I've lived so long in financial squalor...to be in a place where I'm paying all my bills (including my school loan that is finally out of hardship), and where my credit is in good shape....it's a very odd feeling. It will be a long time before I'm able to save for something major, but it's just nice right now not being in red, and paying off credit cards and loans. Who knows, maybe in a year or so I can actually look at planning for the future....(what a novel concept).
Bradley and I are doing great - I'm amazed that in less than two months we'll be marking one year together. Things are very even keel with us right now - we have found a great rhythm together. Not much has changed since his brother came home - he spends a couple extra days out on the beach fishing now, which is great. Last weekend I joined him, Joe (his bro), and Ethan (his nephew) for an overnight fishing/camping trip at Polo beach. Camping is funny - I find it so interesting that we choose to go spend the night in a tent, totally uncomfortable for no real reason other than to enjoy nature. I wonder if it's something in our genetic makeup that tells us it's "fun". I did not sleep soundly, I hurt my back, I was cold, we got a bit wet, we wake up whenever a fishing bell goes off, it took me three days to recover, etc., etc...... And yet, I love it. I love camping, and I still look forward to it. So weird.
My hair is getting pretty long these days. I'm kind of liking it, and looking forward to another haircut to style it a little cuter - the length is good, but it's grown out from another style, and is looking a little frumpy.
I gave myself a pedicure last night - painted my toes purple with white polka dots. That was fun.
I've been working out pretty regularly - at least 3-4 times a week. So the evenings I've been feeling pretty useless. I've been crawling into bed around 9pm. Granted, I'm usually up by 5:30am, so it's not like I'm totally lazy or anything, but I htink also that my body really needs the extra sleep while I'm working out hard. The body needs to recover after all!
On that note, I've been in a much more relaxed place about my weight loss. For some reason something just clicked in me after joining the gym, and I'm not so aggro about my results. I still have goals - I would love to get down in the 165-170 range, but I'm seeing that as a much longer term goal, and I'm not obsessing over my calorie or points intake or how many calories I have to burn, etc., etc. My mentality has changed a bit, and I'm more laid back about my approach - still working hard at the gym, but I'm not freaking out about food or anything. I'm just trying to be "good". Ultimately, I would like to get rid of my buddha belly, and into a size 10-12 again, and that would make me happy. I'm thinking it would be cool to be in that place by Nicole's wedding so I can fit into this cute dress I have in a box back in Hollister, but if it doesn't happen, who cares?
That reminds me, I need to cancel my subscription to WeightWatchers Online. I've wasted a lot of money on that.
I hit up Costco on Sunday, spent $300 and bought food for the month (I hope). My goal is to not eat out for the next three weeks. I think I can make it happen!
All right, I should get back to work - this post ended up a lot longer than I expected!
On a positive note, financially I'm in a good place right now - I finish paying off my scooter this month, and I'm expecting a nice return on taxes, which will allow me to completely catch up on my medical bills, and still save a little. So I'm hoping this is a turning point for me financially....if I can get a little bump in my hourly, then I'll be able to regularly put away a little money every month while still paying all my bills....that's a situation I haven't been in for a lot of years. I'm still very skeptical, thinking something is going to eff it up - I don't want to get my hopes up too high. I've lived so long in financial squalor...to be in a place where I'm paying all my bills (including my school loan that is finally out of hardship), and where my credit is in good shape....it's a very odd feeling. It will be a long time before I'm able to save for something major, but it's just nice right now not being in red, and paying off credit cards and loans. Who knows, maybe in a year or so I can actually look at planning for the future....(what a novel concept).
Bradley and I are doing great - I'm amazed that in less than two months we'll be marking one year together. Things are very even keel with us right now - we have found a great rhythm together. Not much has changed since his brother came home - he spends a couple extra days out on the beach fishing now, which is great. Last weekend I joined him, Joe (his bro), and Ethan (his nephew) for an overnight fishing/camping trip at Polo beach. Camping is funny - I find it so interesting that we choose to go spend the night in a tent, totally uncomfortable for no real reason other than to enjoy nature. I wonder if it's something in our genetic makeup that tells us it's "fun". I did not sleep soundly, I hurt my back, I was cold, we got a bit wet, we wake up whenever a fishing bell goes off, it took me three days to recover, etc., etc...... And yet, I love it. I love camping, and I still look forward to it. So weird.
My hair is getting pretty long these days. I'm kind of liking it, and looking forward to another haircut to style it a little cuter - the length is good, but it's grown out from another style, and is looking a little frumpy.
I gave myself a pedicure last night - painted my toes purple with white polka dots. That was fun.
I've been working out pretty regularly - at least 3-4 times a week. So the evenings I've been feeling pretty useless. I've been crawling into bed around 9pm. Granted, I'm usually up by 5:30am, so it's not like I'm totally lazy or anything, but I htink also that my body really needs the extra sleep while I'm working out hard. The body needs to recover after all!
On that note, I've been in a much more relaxed place about my weight loss. For some reason something just clicked in me after joining the gym, and I'm not so aggro about my results. I still have goals - I would love to get down in the 165-170 range, but I'm seeing that as a much longer term goal, and I'm not obsessing over my calorie or points intake or how many calories I have to burn, etc., etc. My mentality has changed a bit, and I'm more laid back about my approach - still working hard at the gym, but I'm not freaking out about food or anything. I'm just trying to be "good". Ultimately, I would like to get rid of my buddha belly, and into a size 10-12 again, and that would make me happy. I'm thinking it would be cool to be in that place by Nicole's wedding so I can fit into this cute dress I have in a box back in Hollister, but if it doesn't happen, who cares?
That reminds me, I need to cancel my subscription to WeightWatchers Online. I've wasted a lot of money on that.
I hit up Costco on Sunday, spent $300 and bought food for the month (I hope). My goal is to not eat out for the next three weeks. I think I can make it happen!
All right, I should get back to work - this post ended up a lot longer than I expected!
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