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It’s almost 95% official that the girls and I have to stay here until John gets his orders one million years from now.  OMG you guys I was SO…CLOSE…

Tomorrow my assignment list comes out too, which is awful timing, and will just make me mope around the office demanding sympathy (which I will not get, but will try for anyway).  Probably it will be filled with magical bases made of fairy dust.  At the rate this is going, by the time I end up at the base John to which is eventually going, I’ll be ready to retire.  What?  It’s so true!  I have three years and one week left until 20, and say it takes 1.5 years until we leave, and holy crap I AM SO CLOSE!  

We didn’t do anything this entire past weekend, since it was the end of spring break and the girls were frantically getting in last minute spring break stuff in.  Actually, we did go to the Kino and see Fast and Furious 3 or 4 or whichever one.   We took Taylor and her (boy) friend, who really is just a friend and that’s okay because BOYS ARE BAD.  We try to give Taylor a hard time about having a boy best friend but she’s pretty unflappable in the face of anything and only gets dramatically upset and weird things like hot air in the car and eyebrow waxes at new places.  Unlike Lindsey who gets dramatically upset about everything, but only between the hours of 7-8 am and 8-9 pm.

…whoops!  Lindsey put on Saving Private Ryan and I got completely sucked in.  Ah well, I gotta write a paper anyway.  Classes started up today–sigh.

Tschuss!!

Guess what?  I updated the Yum page with TWO NEW RECIPES!  Make that THREE, but give me five minutes to add that third one.

We had group PT today, right?  And for our group PT we do a watered-down version of Crossfit.  More robust than your standard circuit training, not as hard-freaking-core as Crossfit.  We all bitch about it but it’s actually pretty fun, EXCEPT that there are two people who lead it, and one is very encouraging and cheery and helpful with his/her suggestions, and the other one is really derogatory and has a very “I am SO much better at this than you” vibe.  He/she also does that thing where although the exercise is done, he/she has just GOTTA hold it an extra ten seconds, or do another couple reps.  Guess which one I like?  

Why are people like that?  It isn’t about who is the winner at working out, you know?  It’s about encouraging people to enjoy working out as much as you do.  Making them feel like crap is not going to make it any easier to hold a plank if they’ve never done planks before.  Everyone has to start somewhere.

John’s at softball practice right now, and the girls are doing spring break stuff, and I’m just hanging–it’s allergy season here and although I don’t actually have allergies per se, I am feeling the season a little bit in my eyes and throat.  It makes me want to drink tea with my eyes closed.  Which I don’t think would be a very good idea, considering.

Day three of the diet went pretty well.  I had oatmeal for breakfast, and a baked potato with olive oil, and edamame for lunch.  Dinner was the awesome pasta I posted the recipe for (Spring Pesto Pasta) and I am just realizing that that is a whole lot of carbs, jeez.  You know I did Atkins for two years awhile back?  I didn’t mind it so much, but then I started going a little overboard with the cream/cheese/cream cheese.  I would literally take half a block of cream cheese and mix it with Splenda and vanilla and eat it, and YES it was extremely tasty but not so good for the ol’ arteries, yeah?  And then it just gets to be sort of a pain in the ass after awhile, because bread substitutes are not BREAD, and I like potatoes, a LOT.  

One time I ordered a 12-pack sample flavor box of low-carb chocolate bars.  They were made with maltitol or sorbitol or whatever sugar alcohol it is that makes your digestive system mutiny.  The serving size was like, one piece, but I just HAD to taste all the flavors to see which one was my favorite, and then I ATE the rest of my favorite, and later that night?  Good god, I honestly thought I was going to die.  I might as well have just eaten a box of Ex-Lax, and while I’ve never had Ex-Lax I’ve heard all the stories and I can imagine that what I went through was similar to the Chocolate Ex-Lax in the Asshole Boss/Teacher/Co-Worker scenario we’ve all heard.

Oh!  Gotta go–John’s home from softball practice and it’s time to watch Idol!

Tschuss!!

…do I like running.  It’s weird, and I know the majority of you hate running because you tell me so, but I am actually a person who loves it.  Like last Thursday I ran ~4 miles for the first time in over a year, and it was AMAZING.  I felt like I could run forever.  Today, however, I started out and knew right away that it was going to be shitty.  It was hot, and I was stressing about the fact that I did not have any sunscreen on my face, which for me = INSTANT FRECKLES, and when I say freckles I don’t mean freckles small case, I mean FRECKLES.  As in a LOT OF THEM, ALL OVER MY FACE. So I was worried about that, and then even though I had used the restroom literally seconds before I started my run, my bladder was doing that thing where it sort of…zings every time you hit the ground because it is so full.  I was actually a little worried about, you know, leakage.  Ahem.

Then, and I don’t know if this had to do with my not-really-full-but-masquerading-as-such bladder, but I started getting really bad cramps in my female parts.  To be more specific, my uterus felt like it was contracting, and it was sending shooting pains down the front of my legs.  

All this, and I was only eleven minutes in.  I seriously argued with myself over every single step.  ”I have to stop” “No I don’t” “I’m stopping here” “No I’m not!  Keep going!” “my lady parttttsss” “shutUP, whiney.  keep running”.  I won’t lie, I did stop for 37 seconds at the 25 minute mark and walked but then I turned around and started running from the spot I stopped so I felt like it was not cheating.

When I got home I commenced stretching per usual, but even THAT was too much and I ended up in a pseudo stretch, surfing the internet, before I decided to Epil my legs and shower.  

Speaking of the Epil.  I have found, after a whole year of using it, that the whole “the more you yank out your hair at the root, the less it will grow back” myth is a lie.  I do not have less hair on my legs.  However, it is more fine, to the point of I forget I need to get rid of it until it’s Squadron PT time and I put on my shorts.  On those days I always say, “Oh crap, I forgot to Epil!” just so the people I work with do not think I’m Sasquatch.  They are very used to hearing me announce my forgetfulness and would make fun of me either way so it doesn’t really matter, but I’m just used to saying it at this point.  Another thing I have noticed is that I will go a period of time with nothing, and then BLAM!  Insto-hair.  I’m not kidding, it really just appears out of nowhere.  ANOTHER thing I have noticed is that a year of hair-removal is really hard on my Epil.  I have a suspicion that I use it…probably more than the average Epil-er does.  

Look.  You wanted me to post more often, this is the crap you get.  My life is boring.  

Tschuss!