Geez. It was Bike to Work week this week. And my tuckus did not leave the comfort of my four door sedan once. Not that I was particularly comfortable, because I got a huge tattoo on my upper thigh on Sunday. My fab artist told me not to exercise. And the sheer discomfort of having a large sun-burn-like wound made some movement unfeasible. Nonetheless, I'm a damn active person, I bike to work all the time. I bike to the bar. I bike to get groceries. I bike bike bike. And I've been trying to shed a bit of winter weight I gained over the past few months, so I've been hitting the gym quite a bit as well. So a forced hiatus was not particularly in my cards. I compensated by drinking.
But there were a few good things to the week.
1. I hung with my male companion. Who knew cannibalistic tattoos would make men go wild?
2. I got poison ivy.... dang it, which list is this again? (see above described compensatory action)
3. I slept a lot.
4. I read more about the pressure for gals like me to be effortlessly perfect and thin....which I had been reading at the gym. The title, "perfect girls, starving daughters" is a bit ironic considering I was obsessing over my body while reading...
5. For a minute, I stopped focusing on my body and focused more on my patterns of eating and general shape, which is quite toned. Why do I still think there is more progress to be made? This damn book on being effortlessly perfect is so true. I wish enough was enough.
6. I secured a new apartment. Good things are happening.
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