A day off.

I have the day off from work tomorrow. My first real day off, meaning not Memorial Day or 4th of July, in three months. I’m looking forward to sleeping in, hitting up the new H&M at the mall, going to the gym and maybe getting a pedicure. And tomorrow night, I have restaurant week reservations at Stephan Pyles.

This is shaping up to be a nice start to the weekend.

An update to make up for my lack of updates.

So I have been MIA over the last few weeks. Here’s what’s been going on:

• - Work is good! Busy, but good. Things have been a little challenging with some projects I have been working on. My boss left about 3 weeks ago. But, I feel like I have learned and have grown so much in just the few months I have been at my new agency. 
• - I am still going strong with the gym. It’s been about a month since I joined and I have been going 3-5 times a week. Maybe I am just on a gym high or something, but it’s sort of addicting. And it helps that there is a super cute guy there every day during the week between the 6:15 and 6:45pm timeframe that I consider my motivation. Oh, did that make me sound like a stalker? Well, I don’t even know his name and have never talked to him, but I like to consider him my gym boyfriend. Ha. Now I just sound like a crazy, desperate woman.
• - I’ve also been doing well with my diet. Weekends are tough, but I’m sticking to it as best I can.
• - Remember my online dating fiascoes last summer? Well, I ran into two guys I went out with (only once) that I met online at the same bar, two weeks in a row. I didn’t talk to them, but one had a serious beer belly, which he didn’t have last summer, and I think the other was with his boyfriend. Those were some real winners.
• - It’s hot. So hot, I haven’t been to the pool in a few weeks. So hot, I dread getting out of my car if I have to leave during the day for a meeting or run errands on the weekend because all it takes is walking from the car to the entrance of the store to start sweating. Or maybe less than that.

And that’s it. Life as usual.

I joined a gym.

I’ve only been twice in the last 5 days or so and I was supposed to have an appointment with a personal trainer tonight (so she could tell me how fat I am and how I need to lose weight, because I feel like they all do that), but she canceled on me as I was walking into the gym. Figures.

I’ve been feeling lazy lately and have actually been doing well on WW this time around (I actually resisted eating queso!), so I felt like joining a gym was good next step in trying to be somewhat healthy. We’ll see how this goes.

It’s just a little crush.

Hey cute guy at the gym, with your amazing eyes, perfect 5 o’clock shadow and bronzed skin. I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to working out because I know you will be there every day around 6pm. And while I am huffing and puffing on my elliptical, I can glance down the other side of the gym while you workout on that weird cardio machine that all the guys use, and you motivate me to keep going just a few minutes longer.

And I think it is fate that today you parked just two cars down from me, in your shiny, new Lexus, in the lot across the street from the gym. And you just happened to walk out of the gym a few minutes after me so when I was driving out, I could pretend like I didn’t notice you, but I saw you push the clicker on your keychain to unlock your car (that’s how I know you drive a Lexus) and I was, in fact, staring  at you of the corner of my eye.

My name is Tracy. I am not a stalker. I promise. What’s your name?

Calorie counters.

It’s been about a week since I started going to the gym. And while I am the type of person who is expecting to see some results immediately, I am trying to be patient.

I am trying to build up my endurance and get back into the swing of things, since I am am lazy ass and haven’t worked out in months and months, but it’s frustrating.

I have found myself looking at the people next to me and the amount of calories they burn. And then I look at my own machine and keep pushing a little harder.

My question though — Do those calorie counters really work? How accurate are they?

Lost, but finally found.

You know when you have lost something and you know you have it somewhere in your apartment or house or car. For a few years now, I have been looking for my Matchbox 20, Yourself or Someone Like You CD. I know that is completely random, but it’s a good CD! Don’t judge me.

So since I am in desperate need of some new music to listen to at the gym (Yes, I finally joined a gym. Gold’s Gym to be exact.), I decided to raid my old CD’s and see what I could dig up. And there it was. Tucked behind another CD. The Matchbox 20 CD I have been looking for almost 2 years.

I also came across some good music to add to my iTunes library, which is filled mostly with pop-punk, emo stuff (The Starting Line, Yellowcard, The Ataris, Saves the Day, etc.). Cyndi Lauper, The Bangles, Nelly, No Doubt. Good stuff to work out too. I am actually pretty pumped to go to the gym now.