So, we all know I'm overweight...No surprise there, right? lol So, since like October of last year, or so, I have lost 35 pounds that I know for sure. Unfortunately, we bought a scale that cuts off at a specific weight and I weighed over that. I don't know by how much, obviously since it didn't go that high, but from when I was able to see my weight until now, it's been about 35 pounds. Here's the problem, I can't seem to go any lower! I was at 30 pounds forever and finally lost a few more pounds, but that's it. And now I've got this job where I sit on my ass for 8 hours and I can't seem to work out enough to make up for that. I've been walking (and jogging at one-one and a half minute intervals) on a treadmill in the apartment gym. I've even been doing 10 minutes on the elliptical machine (which I despise!!), but nothing. I'm still a fat cow who can't seem to lose even a pound. We don't even really keep any junk food in the house, so it's not like I'm all, "I can't lose any weight" as I eat ice cream from the gallon container. *rolls eyes* Seriously, this fucking sucks. I went this morning and worked out for over an hour and did a little strength training too because the strength training is suppose to help you keep burning calories longer than just cardio. Yeah, there was no change in my weight. My doctor had told me to get 40 minutes of cardio every day...Yeah, it's not doing shit. This sucks.
I don't want people to feel bad for me though, so before I go, I shall share a rather amusing story with you...As mentioned above, I have been using the treadmills in the apartment complex gym. None of the equipment is in the best condition, but it works...Well, most of it. There's a broken treadmill and a broken stair-stepper, but whatever. So, yesterday, I was on the one treadmill that makes all kinds of noise when it's on. I hate it, but it was the only one open. So, I get going on it and I decided to go a full 40 minutes on it, then do the elliptical, then the bike. I was switching it up, jogging and walking, and I was doing fine. At some point in time, the woman next to me got off the treadmill and a Chinese dude got on it. He was jogging and walking, sort of like me. Anyway, I was down to my last minute of it and I had been jogging for a minute and had decided to jog for the last minute too. (It hurts my knees to jog for too long, so I keep it short, just to get my heart going more.) So, I'm going and I'm thinking in my head, "DO IT! JUST DO IT!" as if I'm some sort of spokesperson for freakin' Nike or something, right? And then it happens...
My biggest fear of using a treadmill is that I'm going to fall off it. I am not known for my gracefulness. I am a clumsy mo-fo and I am okay with that. I know how clumsy I am and I stick to activities that don't require me to be graceful and light on my feet. I am also afraid that I will trip on the treadmill and go flying off it, like we all have seen people do on youtube.com videos. And if you haven't, go to youtube right now and look for yourself. I don't want to be that fat girl...The one who flew off the treadmill and broke half the gym in the process. Hey! Stop picturing it! Okay, back to my story...
So, there I am, jogging away, sweat dripping down my face and neck, iPod blasting Green Day in my ears, and I'm thinking, "DO IT!" because I am determined to make it these last 58 seconds...And then...Well, and then nothing. And by nothing, I mean that the fucking treadmill came to a screeching halt as though I had hit the STOP button. I almost tripped at the point in time and then I looked at the thing and saw it was off. I glanced over at the guy next to me who was jogging away and looked as confused as I felt. I pushed some buttons and nothing happened. The fucking thing was broken!! WTF!? I killed the treadmill with my fatness!!! My fat killed something and thankfully, it wasn't me! I felt so stupid. I gathered my towel, iPod, and water off the thing and slinked away to the elliptical machine. As I got onto the elliptical, I hoped I would not break that too...And that if I did, I would find some sort of pill to take to help me lose weight faster because it would be bullshit not to be able to workout. Thankfully, it didn't break!
On the plus side of this whole story, when I went to the gym this morning, the treadmill was back on...WTF? Yeah, I didn't get on it. I got on the other one, but I was too scared to jog on it. I mean, it's scary anyway, but now I really don't want to jog if the thing can just suddenly shut off on me!! So, yeah...That's it...I have to go now. I have so many things to get done on my days off!! Peace out.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I can wear shorts!!
So, I know I owe blogs about my trip to NY and such, but I just haven't been in much of a blogging mood. Hell, who're we kidding? I haven't been in the mood to write at all. I keep thinking, "Oh, I should blog," but then I will find other stuff to do. I'll blog about it though...Perhaps this weekend. In the meantime, let's get onto other things, shall we?
Well, I got a job at a certain credit card company. (They are considered a "higher class" credit card company.) I started (finally!) on Monday. It was wonderful to quit Walmart. Don't get me wrong--it was partly sad because I'll miss some people, but overall, I was ecstatic!! What I think is bullshit though is that even though I quit, I have to wait until the usual payday to get my check. WTF? I quit! Give me my damn money! Oh well. I'll be rich next week because I'll get that check plus my first check from the credit card company (CCC from here on out) for 40 hours for this week. WOO HOO!! Anyway, CCC is awesome! Seriously. It's a company that actually seems to care about their employees. I know, I too was shocked. Perhaps had Walmart (Where they don't give a flying rat's ass about their employees because they're replaceable.) not been my last employer I wouldn't be so surprised and taken aback by it all. They provide benefits and other great things like tuition reimbursement from day one. Yes, I said day one, not day 90 or after a year, but day one. They also offer a ton of opportunities to move up within the company. Hmmm...What else? Oh yeah--I CAN WEAR SHORTS!! *grins* Well, they say it's okay, but Phoenix says no. Although, I just realized she wears shorts, so why can't I?? Oh, I'm totally wearing shorts tomorrow! I had to walk home today and it's like 110 out and I was wearing jeans! Thick jeans! Not like my old favorite pair that's all worn and practically see-through, but new, thick, heavy jeans!! This brings me to the other plus...CCC is within walking distance from my apartment. All I have to do is walk through my complex, cross the street, and go into work. It's awesome! It's a 10-12 minute walk. I am super excited about this job. It's not teaching, but this is a huge step up from where I've been recently. And I can wear shorts!! And tennis shoes!!
So, totally off subject, but do you, my faithful reader, ever just want to tell people to shut the fuck up? I get this feeling quite often around some people. For instance, there is a woman I recently met who I want to tell to shut the fuck up every time she opens her mouth. I think she is the biggest liar on the face of the planet besides my father, which I will get to in a moment. So, this woman, every time I turn around, is telling one outrageous story after another...It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes and say, "OMG! Shut the fuck up!" I mean, it doesn't matter what you say to this woman, she has the craziest, most unreal story to tell. So, she is currently on my list of people I wish would shut the fuck up. My list seems to be growing pretty quickly lately. I have been put on edge by a particular person who is long over due on shutting the fuck up. What sucks is that I cannot actually tell any of these people to shut it because I could get in trouble or because it would cause problems. I'm not saying I'd get in trouble like my mom would show up with a bottle of dish washing soap to wash my mouth out (Although she might if I keep insisting on saying "shut the fuck up". lol) So, I am forced to take the bullshit from the spewers of idiotic things. Seriously, it's a bunch of bullshit. I feel as though I've spent far too much of my life taking shit from people and I'm so over it. I just want to be like, "Dude, shut the fuck up. I don't give a flying rat's ass what you think or say or feel. I can't stand you, you selfish, self-centered, arrogant piece of shit." Of course, as I mentioned, I cannot say this, but I want to.
In a moment of utter frustration, I told my enemy until the end, the Black Spy, that I wished I could tell people to shut the fuck up and she said that she would tell them. Not like for me, but if she were me (Thank God she's not!), then she'd tell them. She doesn't hold back. Perhaps I should reconsider my enemy-ship with her and make nice. I might need her on my side. *considers this* Nah, I hate her too much. *grins* Anyway, I wish I could have that attitude. But as I said, it would cause more problems than it's worth...Still, it would be so wonderful to just be all, "How about I serve you a heaping helping of shut the fuck up with a side order of go fuck yourself?" Yup, that'd be nice. Of course, this whole problem would be slightly better if others spoke up, but that won't happen, so I am left to bear it...Not grin and bear it because I refuse to grin, but bear it I shall.
Speaking of sons of bitches, (Yes, if feels wonderful to cuss. I am often censored in speech, but in my writing, I am allowed to publish as I please!) I got an interesting call today. Somebody left me a voice mail on my cell phone looking for my piece of shit father. I didn't have time to call back since I was at work, but I called my brother (after calling everyone else and no one answered!) and was like, "Have you heard anything about (insert his name here)?" See, we were told like a month or longer ago that the jackass is dying of cancer. I didn't know what the message was in regards to since some of it broke up when I was listening to it. My brother said he hadn't heard anything. I gave him the number and he called this dude back. Apparently, the fucker hasn't been paying on some account and they were looking for him. Seriously? I haven't lived with him since I was 18...Well, I guess for like a month after I turned 19, but yeah. It's a bunch of bullshit. My brother told the guy that he had the wrong number and that, in fact, our dad was dead. *falls off couch laughing* Nice, huh? Why in the hell would they call me looking for him? My phone number should be private! Whatever. At least my brother called and handled it. I didn't want to have to call back and freak out on the guy. Although, he might've made a wonderful whipping boy. lol
I guess that's been my life in a nutshell. A new job and biting my tongue...I think that about sums it up. So, here's to hoping that a big ol' "Shut the fuck up!" doesn't slip out one day while I'm not paying attention. lol Until next time...Peace out. (You thought I was going to say shut the fuck up, huh?)
PS: I am so not grammar checking this. I'm about to fall asleep and don't feel like rereading it all. Deal with it.
Well, I got a job at a certain credit card company. (They are considered a "higher class" credit card company.) I started (finally!) on Monday. It was wonderful to quit Walmart. Don't get me wrong--it was partly sad because I'll miss some people, but overall, I was ecstatic!! What I think is bullshit though is that even though I quit, I have to wait until the usual payday to get my check. WTF? I quit! Give me my damn money! Oh well. I'll be rich next week because I'll get that check plus my first check from the credit card company (CCC from here on out) for 40 hours for this week. WOO HOO!! Anyway, CCC is awesome! Seriously. It's a company that actually seems to care about their employees. I know, I too was shocked. Perhaps had Walmart (Where they don't give a flying rat's ass about their employees because they're replaceable.) not been my last employer I wouldn't be so surprised and taken aback by it all. They provide benefits and other great things like tuition reimbursement from day one. Yes, I said day one, not day 90 or after a year, but day one. They also offer a ton of opportunities to move up within the company. Hmmm...What else? Oh yeah--I CAN WEAR SHORTS!! *grins* Well, they say it's okay, but Phoenix says no. Although, I just realized she wears shorts, so why can't I?? Oh, I'm totally wearing shorts tomorrow! I had to walk home today and it's like 110 out and I was wearing jeans! Thick jeans! Not like my old favorite pair that's all worn and practically see-through, but new, thick, heavy jeans!! This brings me to the other plus...CCC is within walking distance from my apartment. All I have to do is walk through my complex, cross the street, and go into work. It's awesome! It's a 10-12 minute walk. I am super excited about this job. It's not teaching, but this is a huge step up from where I've been recently. And I can wear shorts!! And tennis shoes!!
So, totally off subject, but do you, my faithful reader, ever just want to tell people to shut the fuck up? I get this feeling quite often around some people. For instance, there is a woman I recently met who I want to tell to shut the fuck up every time she opens her mouth. I think she is the biggest liar on the face of the planet besides my father, which I will get to in a moment. So, this woman, every time I turn around, is telling one outrageous story after another...It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes and say, "OMG! Shut the fuck up!" I mean, it doesn't matter what you say to this woman, she has the craziest, most unreal story to tell. So, she is currently on my list of people I wish would shut the fuck up. My list seems to be growing pretty quickly lately. I have been put on edge by a particular person who is long over due on shutting the fuck up. What sucks is that I cannot actually tell any of these people to shut it because I could get in trouble or because it would cause problems. I'm not saying I'd get in trouble like my mom would show up with a bottle of dish washing soap to wash my mouth out (Although she might if I keep insisting on saying "shut the fuck up". lol) So, I am forced to take the bullshit from the spewers of idiotic things. Seriously, it's a bunch of bullshit. I feel as though I've spent far too much of my life taking shit from people and I'm so over it. I just want to be like, "Dude, shut the fuck up. I don't give a flying rat's ass what you think or say or feel. I can't stand you, you selfish, self-centered, arrogant piece of shit." Of course, as I mentioned, I cannot say this, but I want to.
In a moment of utter frustration, I told my enemy until the end, the Black Spy, that I wished I could tell people to shut the fuck up and she said that she would tell them. Not like for me, but if she were me (Thank God she's not!), then she'd tell them. She doesn't hold back. Perhaps I should reconsider my enemy-ship with her and make nice. I might need her on my side. *considers this* Nah, I hate her too much. *grins* Anyway, I wish I could have that attitude. But as I said, it would cause more problems than it's worth...Still, it would be so wonderful to just be all, "How about I serve you a heaping helping of shut the fuck up with a side order of go fuck yourself?" Yup, that'd be nice. Of course, this whole problem would be slightly better if others spoke up, but that won't happen, so I am left to bear it...Not grin and bear it because I refuse to grin, but bear it I shall.
Speaking of sons of bitches, (Yes, if feels wonderful to cuss. I am often censored in speech, but in my writing, I am allowed to publish as I please!) I got an interesting call today. Somebody left me a voice mail on my cell phone looking for my piece of shit father. I didn't have time to call back since I was at work, but I called my brother (after calling everyone else and no one answered!) and was like, "Have you heard anything about (insert his name here)?" See, we were told like a month or longer ago that the jackass is dying of cancer. I didn't know what the message was in regards to since some of it broke up when I was listening to it. My brother said he hadn't heard anything. I gave him the number and he called this dude back. Apparently, the fucker hasn't been paying on some account and they were looking for him. Seriously? I haven't lived with him since I was 18...Well, I guess for like a month after I turned 19, but yeah. It's a bunch of bullshit. My brother told the guy that he had the wrong number and that, in fact, our dad was dead. *falls off couch laughing* Nice, huh? Why in the hell would they call me looking for him? My phone number should be private! Whatever. At least my brother called and handled it. I didn't want to have to call back and freak out on the guy. Although, he might've made a wonderful whipping boy. lol
I guess that's been my life in a nutshell. A new job and biting my tongue...I think that about sums it up. So, here's to hoping that a big ol' "Shut the fuck up!" doesn't slip out one day while I'm not paying attention. lol Until next time...Peace out. (You thought I was going to say shut the fuck up, huh?)
PS: I am so not grammar checking this. I'm about to fall asleep and don't feel like rereading it all. Deal with it.
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