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15 Dec 2008
Categorized As: Hogzilla, running

Okay, it’s not a secret that I’m turning 40 in March. That’s what spurred on this marathon goal for me. I feel like I’ve spent my thirties just getting by; existing is not living. I’m pretty sure I spent several years of the past decade trying to eat myself out of depression. Not fun. And not easy to stop.

So I put on my determination hat again, and hit the gym Friday, Sunday and today. Yes, I’ve been to the gym 3 out of the last 4 days! IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!

Going to the gym is hard for me. I joined Powerhouse gym because they offer everything I want. Lots of Eliptical trainers, so I never have to wait in line; free weights (which I prefer) and weight machines (which I like for certain exercises) and then of course, the roman chairs for my abs. Also they have a circuit training room which is fantastic. Plus they offer nutrtional counseling as well as a weight-loss tracking program at no extra charge.

I used to like going to they gym. My friend Allison and I would go 3 days a week at lunch and we had a good time. But now, it’s just me. All by myself. In this big gym full of real weight lifters and pretty people. (BTW, I hate those stupid pretty people. They sure know how to ruin a good mood. LOL)

Apparently today, I was one of the pretty people. (Maybe it’s cuz today there was only 1 other female and she was at least 112 years old and wearing a velour jogging suit.) I had just finished my 30 minutes on the Eliptical (God my time was awful today. 2.25 miles in 30 mins. SUCKS) and went and did my ab work. After i finished, I was getting ready to leave when this man smiled at me. The next thing you know, he was flirting with me. Big time. We chatted for a minute and I left feeling pretty much like a movie star. Nobody ever initiates a flirt with me first. Especially at the gym. (He must like his girls a little thick.)

Then I drove to the Post Office. I guess I was still smiling (probably beaming, because really, that was awesome) and the customer service guy commented on my pretty smile. (okay, now my smile probably swallowed my face) We chatted as I mailed my packages, and he saw my DL and commented on the fact that I couldn’t make up my mind between blond and red hair. Then he said, “A girl as beautiful as you, it doesn’t matter.”


My head is now as big as my butt. But I don’t care. I’m floating on cloud nine. This is my new incentive to go to the gym on a regular basis, because who knows, maybe I’ll get flirted with again!

I guess beautiful is a state of mind and I’m feeling pretty damn hot today.