Day 14 of 61

Day 14 of 61: I'm Baaaack!

My apologies for leaving you starving folks. I know, I know you are hungry for more of my crazy commentary. :)

Don't yell. Pipe down! I know I left you hanging for 2 days. But, I have a sensible reason. Don't get your Victoria Secret undies in a ruffle.

First, the good news is, I didn't shop the last two days! Impressed? Me too.

Well.... maybe I did shop a teeny tiny bit. I went into Wahlgreens (yup, again) and was picking up my asthma prescription. Right when I walked in, these bright neon orange sticky signs were jumping out at me! They kept screaming at me to read them. I thought about covering my ears. But, how nutty would I look, walking by the nail section with my ears covered, humming "yadda, yadda, I can't hear you" ?? A bit, I'm convinced.

But, since I didn't cover my ears, I stopped to listen to the singing of the promotion "buy one of me, and get my friend for free. Lah, de, la... de, dah. Lah, de, la... de dah!" What a beautiful chorus. Music to my ears. Quite catchy I must say.

I tried to keep walking. I hated that I stopped. Until..... I saw these funky sticky nail stickers. Nail stickers? Yup. How old am I? 30. Don't judge. God thinks this is not a good trait. He. He. I won't judge you for judging me. Truth be told, I questioned my own womanhood. But, to plead my case, Elle magazine showed something similar in their "what's hot" section. Give me some slack here, you deprive me of skinny pants, studded boots, and BURBERRY for goodness sake. So, black and white flower & skull nail stickers are my $4 alternative. Hmph!

Sing it with me...."buy one of me, and get my friend for free. Lah, de, la... de dah. Lah, de, la... de dah!"

Second, or should I say more importantly, I received some tough news the last couple days. Day 12, you know I couldn't blog because someone I love is going through some challenging times. Day 13, I got some shocking news about someone I know very well. This woman emailed me about how her and her husband were supposed to celebrate their 30th anniversary. She continued on to say, how in the last two months, her husband had a stroke, went into a nursing home, had a seizure, and then past away on the operating table! She then casually continued on by asking how I'm doing. Hmmmm....talking about shopping addictions vs serious loss. Yeah, I don't think it's human to even think of myself after news like that. Addiction is selfish, as I admitted on day 2, but, blogging after news like this, seems arrogant, and faithless. And, one thing I am not, is faithless.

I should stop here, but since I didn't blog the last couple days, I'll share some more. Okay, okay, don't get too excited. :)

Alright, today my happy a** had to get up at 5:50am to get ready for my personal training consultation. Hmmmm. How do I describe my dread. Let's see. How bout....the thought of exercising and eating right is the equivalent of ripping off my toe nails and eating them. Get the picture?

Before I walk out the door, I take inventory. Gym membership card that thank God doesn't have a minimum usage, check. Gym shoes that look like they've never seen a gym before, check. Sports bra that I will soon look fabulosity in by itself, check. Baggy t-shirt so no one can see my extra delights underneath, check. Water bottle on bike that I won't even drink, check. Apple in hand to "look" like I eat healthy already, check. Pink baseball hat that says "I'm feminine and still stylish, can't you tell," check. Bike which is not a car, check. Positive attitude, huh?? Oh. Smile, smile, smile, you can do it. Check.

Stats on my personal trainer:
1. younger than me (I am secure, I am secure)
2. Filipino like me (Asian invasion time and oh yeah, she dances like the stereotype depicts)
3. smiles like an angel (which is why I chose her)
4. believes the program is 85% nutrition and 15% exercise (she's the devil)
5. gave me shady eyes when I told her I don't ever drink water (she wanted to lecture me)
6. twinkles her eyes, and then tells me we work out together 2 x a week, BUT I have to work out 2 x on my own as well ( freaking nimcumpoop, 4 x a week?!! I don't even shower 4 x a week!)
7. wants my cardio 2 x a wk to be 45 min. to an hour (I asked her if my 10 minutes on the rowing machine qualifies, and she responded with the sweetest, "no.")
8. giggled when she read that I wrote under "list surgeries," "girl stuff :)"
9. declined my invitation to put the body fat pincher on my butt (next time she said)
10. is less than I thought she would of cost me (but I would pay with my blood for her :)
11. tortures me with the thought of the nutrition plan (what about it? the word "nutrition plan.")
12. doesn't believe you hug strangers, you shake hands (I threw out the hug vibes, she wasn't biting...sadface....doesn't the rest of the world hug random strangers???)

Okay, that's enough folks.

Good day,
Discouraged Shopaholic