Yesterday was crazy at work. I was too busy and it was starting to get to me. I had one of those days where I have a ton to do but can’t get any of it done because everyone is bothering me with their own problems and issues. I wish I could have one full day a week to go sit in a locked office and just concentrate on work, no phones, no employess, no disturbences.
Before I left work, I got into a fight with the scale in the men’s room. That rude-ass lied and said I was weighing 186. 186?! What’s that about? I had even peed before I got on the scale. Oh sadness…. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s all this muscle I’m gaining from working out.
So when I went to the gym, I worked my butt off on that eliptical and managed to squeeze about 420 calories out of it in 30 minutes. I also worked a little harder than usual on the weights. I really do hate working out though. I don’t find anything about it pleasurable.
I was going to weigh myself this morning when I got to work, but I forgot. I’ve already had serial and some water, so I’m not about to get on it now. I need a fresh morning weigh, before food and beverages.
Tonight I’m supposed to hang out with Jorge. He’s going to help me with some more redecorating in my apartment, and help me pick out some paint for my bathroom.
