did i mention that i'm gong to aruba in a couple of weeks? my free (earned) body shop incentive trip is coming up april 14th. i'm ready to get away but have started having those doomsday plane crash nightmares.
now, i've blogged about it so if my plane crashes, everyone can say "oh, she had a premonition that this would happen." except that i have this anxiety every single time i travel (by car, by plane, train, boat, doesn't matter). do all moms have this fear? dying would really suck, not so much for me because i'll be dead but for my kids because a step mom would surely fuck them up.
it's common knowledge that step moms are evil bitches.
i'm still doing the fargin elliptical. on the advice of someone who is physically active, i am "switching it up". this was the conversation:
me: i've got to go to the rec center and do the elliptical. it sucks.
him: you should try jogging
me: jogging is not an option for a large breasted mother of two. gravity is not my friend.
him: T.M.I. (we are not really "friends" more like co-workers)
me: really, i've been doing the elliptical at least 4 days a week, 40 minutes at 60 RPM. every single second of it sucks and i have not lost one pound in 5 weeks.
him: you are doing it too much. you've got to switch it up. seriously, when is the last time you were physically fit?
so, i've started walking the track every other day for one hour (I try and do 4 miles in that hour but it's hard to keep up that pace on a track, I find that I slow down unless I have another person on track going the same speed and I can follow their pace).
Today is an elliptical day. Ugh.
I'm waiting for Monkey to put the Les Mis soundtrack on my IPOD so that I can pretend that I am Cosette on Broadway.