Gnats Cupcakes

Engrossed in reading Gary Taubes that I'm already planning on getting his previous book that was more thorough Calories In, Calories Out. Makes so much sense.

So far, this is the most I've gone to yoga in a week. I've gone to yoga everyday except the night I hung out with Arabella. After work, I was waiting at a stop light waiting to get to the freeway to get to Arabella's, I see this car on the lane to my right very similar to Kate's car. I inched forward and saw the lululemon logo on the hoodie of the woman driving the car and knew it was her. I inched my car back. I saw the face of the man in the car right behind me, giving me the what the fuck face.

Arabella and I walked out to get vodka and cupcakes. The cupcakes had gnats hovering over them. When we got outside she asked me, "What are your thoughts!?" I thought of throwing them away. We get back to her place and scarfed it down. Despite the gnats, they were delicious. Watched Jeopardy and realized all those hours of watching astronomy documentaries paid off. Had a pleasant walk to Trader Joe's. Walked over the beautiful Vermont Bridge.

Told Arabella about more health and exercise obsessions these days. I'm transfixed in someday joining Move at North Park. I just don't have that kind of money to throw around the class schedule don't work with my schedule. Told her about muscle failure and all that. On the radio, heard this woman who received her college degree at the age of 95, say that if we stop thinking about our age, especially as a kind of restriction, we'll get a lot more things done. Then there's this woman whose blog I read with a journal entry on the obese and out of shape at the gym. She main a point of the dickishness of making fun of and denigrate people who are fat and at the gym. They're the ones that need to be there in the first place, and plus, what the hell is the point of poking fun of people who are trying to better themselves? At least they're doing something about it. Assholes like that need to do everyone a favor and do something about their douchbaggery. I can understand Arabella's reluctance on exercising in front of her family members though. I'm that way. I'm more comfortable in front of strangers.

After work Thursday, I declined partying with co-workers and the boss, and instead went to yoga and ran at the gym. I felt so triumphant. This was my first time taking yoga Thursday night at Hillcrest. It was full to the brim and I understood why. The teacher went fast and really worked us. Every time the teacher tell us to dedicate our practice to something, I've been asking for the same thing every time. That' the problem ... I still hope. It gets worse at night. It doesn't help I see Kate all the time, who reminds of what I don't have in my life.

I drove to my gym and was able to get in half an hour of elliptical. I ate 3 rolled tacos after retail therapy at Target. I'm was prioritizing what was important in my life again as evidenced in the way I shopped. I wanted to blouse on sale, because it looked good on. I didn't get it. Instead I bought another transitional t-shirt I can use both wear at work and while exercising. Then an index card holder and 5 panties I can wear well under leggings.

Didn't go to work Friday. The HR woman told us Thursday we didn't have work for Good Friday. Pretty much veged out. Got out of bed for the 2 pm yoga pilates course in North Park. I like the North Park studio. So nice and new in there. Bathroom is spacious. The class kicked my ass to the point I went home to eat and went straight back to sleep. A call from Stella early in the evening was what woke me up.

Dragged myself out of bed again for Ethiopian with high school friends. I stuffed myself with injera and honey wine. Had us seated outside. It's still cold. Another seriose conversation over Scott's sexuality. Caroline bumped into him, thinking at first he was another gay guy walking with his gay friends close to the gay bar. Stella told us he just had French food and wine for a candlelit dinner on top of a mountain after a long high with his new bffs, all gay, except for him. Stella told me, he does like the idea of butt sex, so one never knows. Many of these the events they went reminiscing about I can't remember or only half remember. Makes me determined to be more diligent in keeping a journal such as this. The mind goes.

Read this article about the nutty founder of lululemon. I'm boycotting that brand. I'll stick to what I find at Ross and Target. Kate brought my attention to this Pilates Group On deal. Bought one for myself and then gifted one for Caroline. While I was driving her back to her apartment, I told her that I have hypertension and need to watch out. I will probably start next week, or maybe if I'm crazy enough, start this Sunday. I'm excited about it. One thing about getting into my exercise kick is getting into techno, house, and hip hop.