After flipping through the iPod unsuccessfully for an hour, I have come to the following conclusions:

• Yelle is the real-life French version of Robin Sparkles.  Not as funny in real life.
• Damien Rice is the love of my live every other time of the day, except when I am at the gym.
• Shakira hasn’t made enough music to last a full work-out.  Laundry Service works for the gym about 50% of the time.  If that.
• Carla Bruni doesn’t work for the gym.  Still don’t know why I have 2 of her albums.

I didn’t make it to the gym for most of this week, so I finished the last 6 miles today.  (yes, it sucked a lot; damn social calendar).  I’ll probably have to pack all 9 miles into just a couple of days during the next couple of weeks again.  I would care more, but I like going to happy hour and don’t like waking up early.

Tuesday:

Pinktinis, melty cheese, melty chocolate, poulet coq au vin, …mostly Pinktinis… Girls’ Night on Tuesday was so much fun!  Not exactly conducive to exercise, but eh.

Thursday:

Actually made it to the gym- outta there 3 miles later, but it still counts.  I really need to re-start those yoga classes… or kickboxing… Regardless, 3 miles is “good” and that’s sad.  Although, I managed to get that in AND make it to Grey’s on time.

B-the-W, wtf was up with Grey’s?  After dealing with actual real-life work douchebaggery, I don’t really want to come home and watch the yelling go down at Seattle Grace.  And for the rest of the season, I don’t want to come home and watch the overly dramatic drama queens of SG fight for their jobs.  I have a job.  I have difficult people to work with.  I’m generally aware of the difficult economic climate.  I don’t need to see it on TV.  Seriously, what do the Grey’s writers think they’re doing?  Are they on crack?  Are they really that stupid?

Ten miles this week!  (why yes, thank you, I did start halfway through the week and still meet the 9-mile weekly goal).

Some girl put up a fight on the treadmill, though.  She was already running when I came into the gym and didn’t stop for the longest time.  She FINALLY had enough after 2-miles.  Fricken A- I wasn’t planning on doing more than 2-miles, but (per the rules of Treadmill Racing*), I had to stay a little longer, getting me to the 10-mile mark for the week.  And THAT’S how you make Treadmill Racing work for you.  Woot woot Holla.

*Yes, I am making up rules as I go.  Someday I will publish the official rule book.  Not tonight; I haven’t made all of them up yet.

Miles run this week:  7

Miles left to go tomorrow:  2

Girls beat on treadmill:  2

For the record, love me some Kanye, but he really wasn’t on his A-game on my iPod last night.

I can’t always hire my own personal Jillian (Biggest Loser- come on people), so I developed Treadmill Racing (official rules coming soon).  A couple of the rules:

• Beat the person who was on the treadmill (or elliptical/whatever) before you
• Beat the person who started on the treadmill after you
• Keep all of these rules without being the gross sweaty person who doesn’t know better

Happy gym-ing :)

Added to list of to-do’s:  Run 9 miles per week.

Included in my definition of run:  walk on steep incline.

Miles run this week (week ending 9/20):  4*

*and I started yesterday; that’s right, almost halfway finished.  Can I get a what what?

Turns out that being on a diet by pretending not to be on a diet is not the most effective weight-loss technique.  I’m just as shocked as you are.

The following is a list of the only allowable food items while on a diet:

• Vegetables
• Coke Zero
• Tea
• Honey
• Oatmeal
• Kashi bars
• Lean Cuisine
• Coffee
• Eggs
• Milk
• Water (duh)

While relative amounts of each will matter at some point, maybe I can get away with not incorporating that piece for now.

I’ll add as other legit items come to my attention.

R Spcouscous (n.)

[spuh-koos-koos]

Similar to Spasta, but made with couscous. Can be eaten with chopsticks to increase the level of fun.

It does.

I ran out of Spasta yesterday, so I attempted to make something new. And so Spcouscous was born.

I pulled out my dusty, 2-yr old container of couscous and went to town- garlic, spinach, tomatoes… yes, Spasta with couscous instead of pasta.

A helpful word of advice to those who are domestically-challenged: be careful when sautee-ing garlic. When you push the pieces of garlic around the pan with a poorly constructed flipper-thing, the flipper-thing can melt onto your skillet. It will take 30 minutes, lots of soap, scalding water, and straining of poorly-developed biceps to get the melted plastic off of the skillet.


…or so I’ve heard