{"id":471,"date":"2005-01-03T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-01-04T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=336"},"modified":"2005-01-03T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-01-04T06:00:00","slug":"unfinished-business","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=471","title":{"rendered":"unfinished business"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hi!<\/p>\n

Today I got smacked down hard, twice!, for my irritability at the immense gym overcrowding the past couple days. And they’re right; it’s a totally assholish attitude to have. I shouldn’t even have to remind myself of the admiration I have for people who seek to improve themselves. It’s hard as hell to keep pushing in the right direction every day, and to stand back up when you get knocked down. Having to wait half an hour for a machine is a shitty thing to complain about.<\/p>\n

I’m here to learn.<\/p>\n

Tonight we were chillin and going to dine at Natraj, but I had to reconsider those plans because I have PMS, and if I eat Indian food, which I like way too much, I’ll have to beat myself with a stick later. Knowing my tendency towards excessive body-hate during these moments, I’ve been having awesome workouts and eating very very healthy, because it makes me feel good. I told Micci in a not-even-joking way that I’m bringing her muffins made of not one but two<\/i> superfoods on Thursday. The thing I love about my officemate is that she’s excited about it; most others curl up dead-bug style at the mention of these borderline food-experiments.<\/p>\n

I went to the Blaisdell Y (i.e. the one a mile from my house) today, which is proof I get way too attached to my regular spots, since I’ve lived here a month and have been going to my old Y 5 miles away every day. This Y was awesome; they had 4 choices of elliptical machines and a bigger weight room than the other. They don’t have the system that rewards you with points and your name on the wall, but I think I’m over having proving myself (to myself, duh) with the VW-Beetle-lifting and all that. I’ll probably still go to Edina 3 times a week to lift, though, just because the machines there remember my weights for me. If I have to set them myself every time, my lack of memory will cause me some sort of strain-related injury, I know it.<\/p>\n

Have you ever tried to do kneeling yoga poses on a hardwood floor? Or stretch, for that matter? Why don’t I just go buy a damn exercise mat? My old yoga mat still has sawdust on it, and driveway-crap from using it to climb under my car. And while I love that, it renders it useless for its original purpose.<\/p>\n

Speaking of Chico, I added WD-40 to the list of materials used to repair my car in highly stupid situations, which also includes duct-tape and twist-ties and a toothpick. This particular situation was especially me<\/i>, as I was relating to Scotty this morning:<\/p>\n

so, my car’s ignition is in the center console between the seats
the cupholder is about 4″ away from that
urban bean has a problem with the lids staying on their coffee cups
you see where i’m going with this?<\/i><\/p>\n

This was causing the radio to stay on even after I had shut the car off. And I couldn’t lock the doors, either. I had to bring my iPod inside with me, for God’s sake!<\/p>\n

Um, this post is very, very hyphenated. Did you notice that? Because I sure did.<\/p>\n

Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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