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… a trip to the gym, getting my mail, and a few hours makes.

I’m starting to think this regular blogging thing really has therapeutic merit for me. After my long lament about my weight [Thanks to Lisa and Jeff (Utech, I have so many Jeffs) for their kind and encouraging words], I went to the gym. Yes, this was just the first trip and I’m still obviously fat, but I made it through my workout and was actually revived when I got done. Exercise doesn’t usually give me the endorphin rush that some people get, but tonight, I fought through the pain and the sweat and it was good. I worked out on this new machine that my gym has that is something between an elliptical and a stairmaster. Jeff turned me on to it and I’m sure he can chime in with the proper name. That particular machine has a view into the workout studio where they have classes. I usually don’t really notice the guys at the gym, and there aren’t usually guys in the classes, but tonight, like a gift from the workout fairies, there was this guy that I could see who had the best head of hair I’d had seen in person since Brandon Routh. I’m a hair girl, I know that’s probably weird, but watching his lovely brown hair for most of my work out got me through. I’ll take what I can get.

I get home from the gym very energized and there’s my birthday package from Lisa. I tear it open and just busted out laughing. Here are most of the contents (there was also a very pretty necklace with a fleur de lis on it that is not pictured):

Of course on the day when I’m swearing to be on a diet and hating myself, I receive an entire box of sweets. For those of you who don’t know what they are, they’re TastyKakes, a snack food company from Pennsylvania. Lisa introduced me to them at Mardi Gras in 2006. They are also mentioned a lot in the Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich (the main characters love them). I was semi-good and I only ate one. A lonely single-packaged Chocolate Juniors that was more worse for wear than the others. The rest will be put away to be slowly savored over the next few months. Maybe I’ll even share them with some of my co-workers. If they’re really, really good.

Oh how tasty it was. I ate it slowly over a three hour period while I furiously cleaned my entire apartment fueled by my post-workout rush. I just finished taking out the trash and then sat down to write this. It feels good to have the whole place clean before the weekend really starts, especially since I won’t be home on Sunday. I even scrubbed the shower, though I didn’t scrub my kitchen floor, but it got a good sweeping. I had to empty my vacuum twice because there was so much hair. I don’t know who sheds more, me or MacGyver.

Alrighty, now I’m going to try to come down from the crazed cleaning mode and watch a movie.

Tomorrow the Hawkeyes play Northwestern at Evanston. I expect nothing good because nothing good ever happens in Evanston. But here’s hoping. Go Hawks, Please?