Friday!
I'm kinda blah, but I'm still super happy that it's Friday.
How cute is
Nicole Richie? I swear she's the tiniest pregnant woman alive.
In other news, I want to look like
this after I have kids. Seriously, Gwen's abs are amazing,
and she's married to Gavin. Life is not fair.
Today I am bored. Work is quiet. I'm the only one on my team who is here, and that's kind of a good thing because I don't really feel like talking to anyone.
I totally played hooky...hookie? from work yesterday. It was awesome. I woke up, hung out with Mugs and Bill and played video games. Yesterday was basically a Nichole Holiday. I didn't workout, and....I went to McDonald's. I go to McDonald's about twice a year to consume non-salad items. It was good in that weird, processed, gross sort of way. My body is still hating on me for eating it to be honest. I don't even feel
that bad about it because we totally have no food in the house, and I barely ate anything else all day. Blah, whatever. I had a grilled chicken sandwhich, a fruit and yogurt parfait, and some fries. I never eat fries. I felt a bit guilty about eating the parfait because I knew there was sugar in the yogurt, and the bread was white on my sandwhich. Okay, now I ....
Okay, whatever.
Hmmmm...what else? Yesterday was just a lazy day.
On Wednesday, D and I went to the gym, and I did the elliptical for 45 minutes, and I increased the difficulty level too. Now that I'm running, the elliptical seems much easier..still definitely a good workout though, and I like that there's no impact...definitely good for the knees. Anyhow, after that we had dinner, and then drank wine, and..it was fun. So far the 2x a week thing is going well.
Today, I woke up, and even though I totally didn't want to, I went running, and it was good. I ran for about 30-35 minutes, and it's definitely getting easier. Once my workout seems really easy, I'm going to take it out of the park and start mixing it up a bit. It's cool that I'm now running twice a week, and I like that I have a workout that:
1. doesn't require the house to be empty (I feel weird doing dvds in front of D or Bill.)
2. doesn't require me to go to the gym ( I almost never have the car, and I don't always feel like going to the gym by myself.)
I did a few minutes of abs when I got home, and I'll do the rest later.
I'm so booooored.
Tomorrow we're going to my parents' house for some holiday festivities, which means dinner, drinks, and probably too many appitzers. It should be fun though; I'm thinking I'm either going to go to the gym or go for a run depending on how much free time I have tomorrow, and depending on the weather of course. The weather's been so weird lately...humid, rainy, hot, cold. Albany is known for being incredibly mercurial when it comes to the weather.
How can anyone be
this lucky?Blah, blah....
I wish being female wasn't so labor and time intensive. As a woman, I have to do all the same crap that men do. I have to work, pay bills, clean up, shower,all that stuff, but on top of all that I have to remove almost all the hair on my body, with the exception of the hair on my head and my eyelashes, and I have to put tons of time into maintaining that hair and making it look as healthy, luxurious, and voluminous as possible, which is weird. Men wash their faces with a bar of soap when they shower. Women have ten step regimen that they have to complete before they can even leave the house. The fact that men don't seem to age prematurely or have horrible skin due to their apparent lack of a regimen makes me question mine. Men may as well hack their nails off with a knife. I mean, they don't really care what they look like. Most men don't even know what cuticles are. Me? I lovingly massage my cuticles with all natural cuticle oil at least once a day. Men wash their hair with whatever's in the shower, and then they're done. Me? I have shampoos, conditioners, cream rinses, deep conditioners, leave in treatments, and like twenty different post shower products. Then there are the other things, masks, exfolliants, body treatments, self tanners, make up, teeth whitening treatments....
I like being a girl, and I like looking good, but I'm just saying....it takes
a lot of work and money.
I also honestly think that men don't even notice.
Okay, so something thats really been pissing me off: implants.
I mean, I get it. They're big; they don't sag, whatever. I can understand how a woman would want larger breasts.
That being said, there are two things that piss me off.
The first being that...men think they're real. A woman who's like 5'5, 105 lbs, 10% body fat is
not likely to have DDs that don't move or sag and look like someone strapped two cantaloupe halves to her ribcage, which is totally visable. It's just not likely to happen. Boobs are fat. The human body generally doesn't take all the fat in the entire body and allocate it only to boobage. (I mean, there are some, very select people who are very lucky who are thin and have big boobs, but this just isn't usually the case...) It just doesn't, and even if it did, boobs move. Implants...don't really. The thing is, men don't seem to understand this. They look at that person and think that she looks really great, and then they think everyone should or could look that way. ARH! So yeah. I don't like that many men just can't or won't know the difference.
The other thing I hate is the weird anti-small boob sentiment that seems to have come along with the possibility of implants. For example, up above, I posted that Gwen Stefani link, and I think she looks awesome. Great body, very fit...etc. However, whenever there's a post that involves a woman who is fit who doesn't have gigantic cans, there are always 500 disparraging comments by assholes saying things like "why doesn't she get some implants;" "she has no tits" blah, blah, blah...like just because a woman isn't born with huge boobs, she has a duty to go and buy some because how could she live without having huge boobs? Ugh. It all just pisses me off.
I'm a 34B, and I'm cool with that. I do not have big boobs, but I'm actually pretty happy with my boobs for the most part. I can wear halter tops, low cut tops, and low cut dresses, and they're not all over the place. I can wear whatever bras I want without thinking of whether they provide adequate support. I can wear fitted button down shirts without puckering. My back never hurts. Life is good. Anyhow, I guess my point is that I don't like the idea of there being an expectation that a person should be unhappy about it, and the judgment.
I guess that as a fair skinned, small boobed person, I don't like the idea that there is this pressure to have an orange perma tan with implants to be pretty, and that any deviation from that is at best some weird, unconventional specialty subset of pretty. Whatever. I'm writing and ranting to fill my time because there is seriously nothing to do.
Onto other things...
Our router is broken, and it's the worst thing in the world! It's incredibly annoying to not have wireless internet when you're used to it. It's doubly annoying because routers are expensive. I always wonder why we're broke, and it's stupid stuff like this...
Having to replace $150 routers
Fixing the car for $900
And alllll the other stuff like that.
I swear, when I was a kid, I thought I would get a job and that I would be able to buy whatevvvver I wanted and I'd go out to eat wheneeeevver I wanted.
I feel like my parents with the whole "money doesn't grow on trees" thing, but it's true!
Okay, now I'm done, and I have nothing more to write about, but I have successfully killed a lot of time! Yay!