Motivate me!

It's totally lame that I've been too busy to blog much. When I'm not busy, I wish that I were. When I am, I wish I weren't. The grass is always greener, I guess.

Yesterday was my parents' 25th wedding annivesary. So props to them for making it this far. My brother and Derrick and I got them a room at a B&B in Newport, RI for this weekend. I guess they were busy so they went yesterday instead, on their actual anniversary, which worked out even better. Hope they enjoyed it--I stressed out enough about the whole ordeal. I have no idea who their friends are, what they do, stuff like that, there was no way I could plan a party for them. I couldn't not do anything, because that would give my mom just one more thing to hold a grudge against me. Wow, a day full of catch 22's!!

After an evening of listening to my friend talk about fitness and wellness I got pretty depressed/motivated to get in shape. So yesterday I went to Target and bought an exercise ball and resistance bands. I'm sore today, so I guess I'm making progress already!! Now I just need to learn to stay on the ball without flying off of it. I don't really have an issue with weight--I could care less what the scale says as long as I feel good in my clothes. Which lately, I don't. I weigh the exact same as a year ago, but none of the pants I could wear last year fit. My fat has migrated south for the winter. Just like freaking birds. Except, it didn't move back up in the spring. Derrick is trying to convince me to get up at 6 and go to the gym. Listen, it's hard enough for me to get up at 7:30, and you want me up when??? To do what??? I'm such a lame-o. I love to work out, and I love the feeling after I work out, it's just getting there and doing it. Time to put up the old skool pics of Britney and her rock hard abs.

Speaking of fat, Tyra Banks put on a fat suit and walked around town the other day, and it's going to be on her show on Monday. I'm not a HUGE Tyra fan, although I adore ANTM, but I would love to see her in a fat suit. So you better believe it's going on the TiVo tonite! There's just something so satisfying about seeing someone so seemingly perfect look not-so-perfect and get flack for it. I know, I'm evil. E-veel. Like the fru-its, of the dev-eel.

If I get everything done here at work by the 18th, then I think that may be my last day. Motivation to work, huh??? I doubt it will happen, but at least it's a goal, right??

With that in mind, guess I should get back to work!