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Jun. 16th, 2005 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Poll time!
I am still sore and tired from my bike ride the day before yesterday. Going for a jog to help loosen the muscles would be:
a) Brilliant!
b) Retarded!
c) Hardcore!
d) Dude, you so deserve to be a size 10 by now.
I'm not going to bother making that into a real ticky-box poll because I already did it. It went well, I was feeling very good, thighs were nice and not sore, knees weren't sore, shoulders were starting to untense. I got home and did some ab exercises, and then for some reason I turned my head to the left, and now I've got a terrible sharp pain in my neck whenever I turn my head more than a few degrees either direction.
I can't win.
I was thinking yesterday, looking in the mirror in my room as I got dressed, that I was feeling thinner. I felt like I was less lumpy and jiggly. I went and asked Dave if I looked different, and he sort of shrugged. This morning I woke at 6:30 and was cleaning my room (well, more like putting away all the clothes so I could find my jogging pants; don't have a heart attack, I'm not possessed by pod people) and found my sewing kit (which has my measuring tape), and decided I'd measure.
...
By my measurements, my waist, hips, and bust are all precisely the same size they were when Mom was making the dress I wore for Katy's wedding (end of May 2004). (For the curious: My hips are 44", my waist is 36" at the belly button, or 32" just below my ribcage [apparently I'm ludicrously high-waisted]; my bust is 44". That makes me: Unsizeable.)
So the fact that I wear a smaller jeans size now is apparently a function of jeans being different sizes now, or something. I've no idea. I'm not any skinnier, the tape assures me somewhat spitefully.
It's a bit frustrating. I mean, I do feel better now what with all the exercising and feeling macho and all, but my weight hasn't changed since I got better from my cold and could eat again, and my size hasn't changed. All I have is that in my head I think I'm more toned. But I've no objective proof of that.
So it all goes to show you that objective criteria and I don't exist in the same plane, and we should just move on.
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treigylgweith: I had it friendslocked when I was posting origfic there, but there's no reason to f'lock fanfic. I've unlocked some of the fanfic, but haven't really decided on the rest. Eh. It's hardly important. I wanted to post a "most of this is f-locked!" notice, but I can't backdate entries in a non-personal journal, apparently. So there's no point.
Oh! Somehow I have entirely missed out on mentioning that I am going to see an old friend tonight! Dearest Liesl from high school who I haven't seen in years and who is dating my old college housemate Dave-not-the-same-Dave-I'm-dating is coming up to Niagara Falls with aforementioned D-n-t-s-D-I-d. So we're going over there at 6:30 to pick them up and take them out for tiki drinks and Chinese food. Yay!
Apparently Dave-other-Dave (who I've known since freshman year when I met him prostrate on the floor having had half a beer) is in med school and is about to begin the most awfullest phase and so this is his Last Vacation Until Further Notice.
I shall wear the skirt I just bought for Dave's graduation party, and shall take pictures. If my camera battery doesn't die. Part of the motivation for the room cleaning this morning is that I can't find the crucial bit of my camera's battery charger. Bollocks!
And? I asked them please please please to give me Sat. July 2nd off from work because it's Dave's graduation party. They just put up the schedule yesterday and?
A dozen people have that day off, several of whom are junior to me. Do I? No.
So I've posted a note in the cash office asking if anyone can please please please work for me, and have stated unequivocally in said note that I cannot be there that day. I suppose I'll call in sick if nothing else. but there is no way in hell I am missing Dave's goddamn graduation party. And, I asked the schedule dude TWICE, once IN PERSON, and he promised he'd do everything he could. I asked in plenty of time. It is not that I sprang this on him. And I have NEVER asked for anything before.
In fact, I may call in sick that whole weekend. Fuckit. I don't need money that bad. Bastards.
I am still sore and tired from my bike ride the day before yesterday. Going for a jog to help loosen the muscles would be:
a) Brilliant!
b) Retarded!
c) Hardcore!
d) Dude, you so deserve to be a size 10 by now.
I'm not going to bother making that into a real ticky-box poll because I already did it. It went well, I was feeling very good, thighs were nice and not sore, knees weren't sore, shoulders were starting to untense. I got home and did some ab exercises, and then for some reason I turned my head to the left, and now I've got a terrible sharp pain in my neck whenever I turn my head more than a few degrees either direction.
I can't win.
I was thinking yesterday, looking in the mirror in my room as I got dressed, that I was feeling thinner. I felt like I was less lumpy and jiggly. I went and asked Dave if I looked different, and he sort of shrugged. This morning I woke at 6:30 and was cleaning my room (well, more like putting away all the clothes so I could find my jogging pants; don't have a heart attack, I'm not possessed by pod people) and found my sewing kit (which has my measuring tape), and decided I'd measure.
...
By my measurements, my waist, hips, and bust are all precisely the same size they were when Mom was making the dress I wore for Katy's wedding (end of May 2004). (For the curious: My hips are 44", my waist is 36" at the belly button, or 32" just below my ribcage [apparently I'm ludicrously high-waisted]; my bust is 44". That makes me: Unsizeable.)
So the fact that I wear a smaller jeans size now is apparently a function of jeans being different sizes now, or something. I've no idea. I'm not any skinnier, the tape assures me somewhat spitefully.
It's a bit frustrating. I mean, I do feel better now what with all the exercising and feeling macho and all, but my weight hasn't changed since I got better from my cold and could eat again, and my size hasn't changed. All I have is that in my head I think I'm more toned. But I've no objective proof of that.
So it all goes to show you that objective criteria and I don't exist in the same plane, and we should just move on.
Was considering
treigylgweith: I had it friendslocked when I was posting origfic there, but there's no reason to f'lock fanfic. I've unlocked some of the fanfic, but haven't really decided on the rest. Eh. It's hardly important. I wanted to post a "most of this is f-locked!" notice, but I can't backdate entries in a non-personal journal, apparently. So there's no point. Oh! Somehow I have entirely missed out on mentioning that I am going to see an old friend tonight! Dearest Liesl from high school who I haven't seen in years and who is dating my old college housemate Dave-not-the-same-Dave-I'm-dating is coming up to Niagara Falls with aforementioned D-n-t-s-D-I-d. So we're going over there at 6:30 to pick them up and take them out for tiki drinks and Chinese food. Yay!
Apparently Dave-other-Dave (who I've known since freshman year when I met him prostrate on the floor having had half a beer) is in med school and is about to begin the most awfullest phase and so this is his Last Vacation Until Further Notice.
I shall wear the skirt I just bought for Dave's graduation party, and shall take pictures. If my camera battery doesn't die. Part of the motivation for the room cleaning this morning is that I can't find the crucial bit of my camera's battery charger. Bollocks!
And? I asked them please please please to give me Sat. July 2nd off from work because it's Dave's graduation party. They just put up the schedule yesterday and?
A dozen people have that day off, several of whom are junior to me. Do I? No.
So I've posted a note in the cash office asking if anyone can please please please work for me, and have stated unequivocally in said note that I cannot be there that day. I suppose I'll call in sick if nothing else. but there is no way in hell I am missing Dave's goddamn graduation party. And, I asked the schedule dude TWICE, once IN PERSON, and he promised he'd do everything he could. I asked in plenty of time. It is not that I sprang this on him. And I have NEVER asked for anything before.
In fact, I may call in sick that whole weekend. Fuckit. I don't need money that bad. Bastards.
