Sometimes, you just need a coffee crisp bar…
I’m doing reception again. Not training this time, it’s just me here, but it’s not likely that there will be many calls. It’s a long weekend, anyone in their right mind who can get away with it has already gone home… lucky bastids.
I’m hyperish from the Mountain Dew (with caffeine) that I had at lunch. It’s starting to go away now, though. I guess that’s a good thing. And this reception bit is breaking up the day nicely, there’s only an hour and a half left of work today. Ohh, to go home early… *sigh*
Lori & I are thinking of joining the gym across the street. I’ll only join if she does, and if she’ll be my partner, because otherwise I’ll never go, and I know it. I told her that outright. She thinks she’d do better with someone to go with, too… we can motivate each other or something. Anyhow, we did the tour, it’s a nice little gym, and the owner is a guy I know who used to work here (his fiancee still works here, actually.) And it’s across the street from work, so we can’t bitch about it being too far away or something.
Umm… joining a gym… how strange. That’s such a grownup thing to do… and we’ll probably take the Yoga classes too… How very very odd. I just want to start feeling better, and I think that means eating less pasta (*gasp* Not my favourite food!!!) and more fruit and veggies, and taking vitamin supplements and health food drinks and stuff like that… and maybe even trying to get into some form of shape. Not to say that I don’t like my shape, I think my shape is quite fine, and adequately curvy and such… I just want to not be winded walking up a flight of stairs. It’s not about losing weight (if I lost weight I’d be sickly,) it’s just about getting into shape or something. Being well.