Everything counts in large amounts
I'm getting a little weird up here in the mountains. (ps no peanut gallery comments about "getting", please)
- I count stuff all the time. Every swim stroke (~14 per length usually, the way I count it), every pedalstroke (~70/min during big gear, ~95 otherwise), footsteps (90 per minute), breaths (counted in 20's), reps (12 is my favourite)... my workouts are a series of numbers and I find it comforting and nerdily inspiring.
- After literally 15 years of eating salad at least once a day, I quit. I can't deal.
- I have only purchased one item of clothing for myself in the entire last 3 months. These really cute snow boots which I totally need.
- Suddenly the idea of getting a boob job seems cool rather than disgusting. Thoughts? I am envisioning a nice C?
I blame it on a. the snow that's making me walk like a toddler and b. the proliferation of people in this town who WILLINGLY change the gym TV channel to FOX FREAKING NEWS of all things. Fox News! For pete's sake! It's all their fault. Like my grandmother used to say, it doesn't matter what happened as long as you can place the blame.
- I count stuff all the time. Every swim stroke (~14 per length usually, the way I count it), every pedalstroke (~70/min during big gear, ~95 otherwise), footsteps (90 per minute), breaths (counted in 20's), reps (12 is my favourite)... my workouts are a series of numbers and I find it comforting and nerdily inspiring.
- After literally 15 years of eating salad at least once a day, I quit. I can't deal.
- I have only purchased one item of clothing for myself in the entire last 3 months. These really cute snow boots which I totally need.
- Suddenly the idea of getting a boob job seems cool rather than disgusting. Thoughts? I am envisioning a nice C?
I blame it on a. the snow that's making me walk like a toddler and b. the proliferation of people in this town who WILLINGLY change the gym TV channel to FOX FREAKING NEWS of all things. Fox News! For pete's sake! It's all their fault. Like my grandmother used to say, it doesn't matter what happened as long as you can place the blame.
Labels: enjoy the blog, IV, random
posted by Courtenay at 1/11/2008
5 Comments:
You asked--so here are my thoughts. . .
Find some recipes for some good winter salads. They are fun, seasonal, and will stir up your poor bored taste-buds.
DON't even consider the boob-job. Much easier to marry, have baby, and lactate. Trust me--you'll get a nice C. You'll also get someone who will become giddy with desire whenever they see your boobs--no matter the size.
Keep counting. Time slips away so fast we might as well name what we can.
Be proud that you have not bought more clothes. Consumerism is a dead end. Have a clothing swap with friends if you're bored.
Lots of love from balmy Portland OR!
OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD
If you get a boob job the universe as I know it will collapse. COUR10AY flaunting big floppy water balloon pornstar jugs??? The world just wouldn't make sense.
boobs are overrated.
so are salads.
i know i know i know...
but STILL. girls are supPOSED to have boobs!
BODYBUILDING GUYS have more boobage than i do!
so do various mammals!
and boobs are cuter and last longer than a pile of lettuce with ranch dressing.
Boobs totally get in the way of a proper aero position on the bike. And by cutting out the salad and putting on some insulating pounds over the cold winter months, you'll go up at least a cup size anyhow!
i like boobs
i also like the new grey on your blog
i like not buying clothes too
i want a nose job
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