stillsostrange

Friday: Rest day
Saturday: 7 hours dayjob
Sunday: 7 hours dayjob
Monday: Climbing & powerhouse ( 30 min core class)
Tuesday: New gym (1 hour session with trainer), 4 hours dayjob
Wednesday: Climbing & powerhouse, ~2 hours gothercize
Thursday: 1 hour session with trainer, 4 hours dayjob

(Only 7 miles out of Hobbiton, as the treadmill treads.)

I'm quite enamored of my new trainer, even if she makes me do terrible things like walking lunges. She's tiny and adorable* and never once mentioned weight loss as a primary goal. She's very supportive of my plan to focus on cardio and strength/endurance and have any weight loss be a side effect of that. Alas, adorable trainers aren't cheap, so I fear we may have to part ways in a month or two.

This cardio in air-conditioned comfort business is a Codsend. The treadmill and elliptical machine actually give me an endorphin rush, where walking in the heat and humidity is only enervating. They don't quite bring on the ecstatic state that dancing does, but come reasonably close.


* Perhaps adorability isn't the best way to rate a trainer, but I don't care.

I have cleaned so many things today. All the things? No. But a lot of these damn things. Why do I have so many things? I blame the Norse.

I finished off the last square of chocolate in the pantry, and that is the end of the sweets. It's a good thing I didn't make alcohol an option on the poll, because I definitely earned a beer tonight. I probably earned three, but moderation and all that.

I wish my calorie tracker had "Ikea" as an activity option. I would dearly love to know how many calories I burned wrestling a bookcase together. My right thumb is still store from the allen wrench. But now my paperbacks are no longer stacked four deep, and my hardbacks no longer three deep. Now I just have to something about the horror that is my non-fiction shelf.

I also wrote my 500 words yesterday. I have a structure and characters--now I have to finish the thing in less than three weeks. A title would be very helpful. Mi-go aren't as conducive to easy titles as ghouls or deep ones.