Borat??

So. Last weekend my hubby's rockin' band played at the Whiskey Roadhouse venue at the local casino. Fun joint, cheap drinks, good place to people watch while listening to some kick-ass music. And the people watching was INDEED amazing. The great thing about casinos - they really do attract the unwashed masses.

The highlight of Friday night was this gentleman. I call him Red Hat Guy, although I should probably call him Dance Like a Maniac with Your Zipper Down Guy. He danced for an hour straight with his normal-looking wife, all the while wearing the sunglasses and stocking cap. And all the while with his fly open.

The highlight was at the end of the night, the lights come on and she heads for the bathroom for one last pee before they leave. He reaches over, grabs her sweater or jacket thingy (couldn't tell for sure what it was from where I was sitting), and TOWELS HIMSELF OFF with it, then puts it back on her chair. Awesome.

I can't wait until they play there again.

New Year

So I hired a personal trainer last week, as obviously I am too weak and lazy to get my ass to the gym by myself on an ongoing basis. Oh, I'm motivated for a couple weeks, but after that I lose interest. Eventually, I am lucky to make it in to work out once a month. Hence my gigando booty and jabba-the-hut-like chins. I HATE IT!

The first session with my trainter was last week after work, on a Thursday. It was good. We discussed a lot of things: nutrition, schedules, goals, etc. Went through a pretty basic workout that was good, but I especially enjoyed pulling the sled and swinging a sledge hammer.

Yesterday I met with my trainer on Tuesday morning. At 7:00 a.m. YES, I said 7:00 a.m.

I am SO not a morning person, yet the weight of knowing that someone is WAITING for me got me out of bed and there on time. It sucked for the first 5 minutes, but after that I'm thinking "man, I LIKE working out in the morning!" But I'll tell ya, that inertia when the alarm goes off is WICKED. I'm hoping it gets easier the more I do it.

Today, I feel like I got run over by a truck. We did a TON of upper body work yesterday. I could barely brush my teeth this morning, my arms were so rubbery. But I'll tell you what - I LIKE being sore. Not so much the sore part itself, but the knowledge that I'm sore because I'm DOING something to make myself healthier. I have a really long way to go. A REALLY long way. But I'm trying to keep my goals small and near-term. Now, if I can just heal up enough for my session tomorrow. Ouch.