Someone introduced me to Chai Tea Lattes the other day. I've only had one, but I can feel the subtle undercurrents of an addiction forming. Ever since Tuesday, I've been eyeing the coffe carts, the ones in the malls, the ones in the cafeterias, the ones on almost every street corner.... I can feel the sinful coveting of another one brewing through my veins. Someday it will overtake me and I'll spend another $2.50 for frothy flavored milk... gosh, a whole gallon of milk is something like $4 up here, and I'm paying half of that for a quarter of a cup mixed with air and cinnamon and nutmeg and I'm not sure what else... but wow, put it into perspective. Perhaps I should buy myself a little latte machine (or ask santa) and figure out how to make them myself for as little as .30cents per serving :-)
I worked out yesterday. And I was proud of myself. I thought for sure that pride would bolster me out of bed this morning, but apparantly the fatigue of PMS trapped me under my cave of blankets. Ah well, I've been sneaking off to the employee gym to do some minor lifting, specifically the chest press.... those pushups aren't going to magically appear in February.
I called the hair place that I get my hair cut, well, I will when I get it done... They were closed. I asked them to call me back so I can set up an appointment for February 3rd.... that way my hair will be super short for my "vacation" and I won't have to worry about ponytails, stray hairs on my uniform and messy hairbrushes and what not.... So much to do, where to start?
I've got midterms tomorrow so maybe I'll start with studying for them, eh?
Dorkness OUT!
Update
I took the beeper from the x-ray lady... then suck off to the exercise room for a run. I got 9:51 before the pager went off. I took off running to my work station, a bit sweaty, but ready to work. I'm not a slacker, just a multitasker... but my supervisor was there to give me a lunch break. Out of breath and sweaty, I walk away. I'm done running for now, but only because I'm in my work clothes and shoes... the shoes, yeah, my old running shoes, which means I probably shouldn't be running in them.
I wanted to see how long I could hold the "race pace" for my 2 mile PT standards that I want to get... turns out the treadmill doesn't go that fast. In fact, it tops out at 7.2 miles per hour. Ah well, I burned 103 calories... fat free yogurt anyone?
Ski Hill
Doesn't open until the 9th of November, so I have another weekend to debate if I want to spend the money for season passes.... 12 visits will pay for it... so it will be worth it IF i go at least 13 times... but still over $400 is kinda pricy... but can you really put a price on your health and your children's happiness?
Boy put it that way and I guess now I'll have to buy it :-)
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