I had a bit of a freakout yesterday. My personal trainer called my cell and left a little message that counted as the start of my Pissed-Off 5 Hours yesterday. Her husband’s company is moving them to California like now, and I’m going to have to switch to a new trainer. This sucks. I have been working with my trainer for almost a year, and I’m really comfortable with her at this point.
Zach suggested that I give up going to a personal trainer at all. He says that if I don’t know what to do myself after a year, then what’s the point? The point is I do know what to do. I could really set up my own workouts every other week and up my weight and all that, but I really don’t think I would do it without the knowledge that in a week’s time, I’ll be getting measured and probed. It’s just an extra reason to get off of my ass and go to the gym. If it were up to me, I really wouldn’t be all that hard on myself, and I would get far less done than I should. Besides, I can let myself off the hook for not going into the gym for a week or two, but she’d look at me with those disappointed mother-eyes that we all love to hate. It’s instant guilt. It’s my security blanket.
So she’s moving away, most likely never to return, and I have to deal with learning to deal with another person altogether. I mean, this is just happening a little faster than I thought, as the trainer is pregnant, and I was going to have to do it anyway, it’s just happening months before I thought it would.
Everything else is actually going spectacularly. I started the Fair Isle pattern on my sweater last night (pink hearts!!), and it’s actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. I just hope that shaping the arm holes and shoulders and all that will be just as easy. I’ll take a picture of it tonight when I get back here after work so everyone can see what a wonderful job I’m doing. It’s really awesome that I was able to knit in 2 weeks what it took me a month to knit before. I’m rather proud of myself.
On the weight front, I’m down to 201 this morning, and soon I will be under that 200lb. mark, which I can’t remember seeing in a v. v. long time. Like before high school, even. I’ve been a fucking angel watching my calorie intake and going to the gym and not drinking alcohol. Again, pride makes my face glow. Ahhh.
The boy will be back in a week and 2 days, which also makes me beyond happy. I miss him terribly, and the cat is getting to be a real pain to sleep with, mostly because she doesn’t sleep at all. Every half hour, she walks over my head/on my hair, then meows in my ear. She wants me to play at 3am, and I’m just not about to do that. So I pet her once, then dive my arm back under the covers to make sure it’s keeping me warm along with the collective body parts. Eventually, I eventually fall back to sleep, as well.
I'm currently reading Life of Pi, which is turning out to be really excellent. I'm already more than halfway through the book; it's one of those you just can't put down. Every night I tell myself that I'm only going to be reading 2 chapters (they're v. short chapters), and I end up reading at least 20 pages. I'll be done with it possibly this weekend, then I'm on to Geisha: A Life by Iwasaki Mineko. I've heard excellent things about this book, as well. I've been torturing myself with it, as I tend to flip through Japanese/Nippongo novels too quickly, I had to put Life of Pi before this one on my list to break it from Modern Girls, Shining Stars, the Skies of Tokyo, which was fan-fucking-tastic, and I highly recommend it to anyone interested in Japanese women's lib, or is a connoisseur of Japanese history.
and who purchased "...the skies of tokyo" for you for christmas?
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Posted by: zach at February 24, 2004 2:12 PM