“This could be a long torture session.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Torture first, then you talk. It’s better that way.” *
No need to torture me, I’ll confess to everything.
Confession #1 – I didn’t go to the gym after work yesterday. I had to drive my sister to her track practice so I couldn’t make it. I was planning on going for a walk when I got home, maybe even doing some blading, but it was so nice and my roommate was lounging on the swing, sipping wine and I just had to join her with some knitting and a bottle of raspberry lemonade.
Confession #2 – Yesterday’s knitting was the first in over a week! And before that was just the charity squares for Chris. But I’m better now, just itching to knit. Coincidentally… why was I not told that Malabrigo yarn is soft, fluffy and wonderful? Why did I have to find out by myself? Why was this secret kept from me?
Confession #3 – I started another blog. Grave Writing. See… I’m obsessed with ghosts. I love all things spooky. And I also love to learn about true, local hauntings. So I figured I would start a blog about it. Post book reviews, my pictures from cemetery crawls (summer is the season for them!) and once a month post a short story I’ve written about a local haunting. I already have 7 planned out, all of them starring people I know. One of them might be you!
~*~ Change of subject ~*~
I’m starting to worry that my workouts aren’t hard/long enough. Aren’t you usually supposed to be at least a little tiny bit sore? Aren’t you supposed to ‘feel the burn’ and have to chant the mantra ‘no pain no gain’ and other stuff like that? Even after my 3 mile walk I wasn’t stiff or slow. Not really. So today I’m staying at the gym longer then usual. Doing bike, elliptical and treadmill.
I’ve also noticed that either my stomach is already adjusting to my new eating habits or Healthy Brain is tricking me into thinking that eating certain foods makes me ill. Either way, it’s pretty nifty. Soda makes me nauseous, potato chips make me nauseous, and I have absolutely NO urge to snack. Which for me, who snacked from the moment I woke until the moment I fell asleep with food in my hand at night, is a pretty big deal. I think part of it is because I’m eating breakfast, 2 pieces of toast, then at 11:20ish I have a Special K bar, then at 1:15 I have lunch which consists of a turkey sandwich and a few slices of sharp cheddar cheese, or a salad, or half a sandwich and a bowl of soup, then I eat dinner about an hour and a half after I get home from my workout, so there’s not much time to snack. And if I do need something to nibble, it’s a tomato or half of an individual sized bag of popcorn, since I keep no chips or crackers or stuff, so even if I wanted some I couldn’t get them.
Wake up in the morning, can’t find my brush, throw on a random pair of jeans and head out the door because I’m certain that I have a brush in my gym bag, the brush will jump out of the gym bag and crawl under the seat to hide from me and I will realize that the jeans I put on are the ones I fell in mud in on Easter, but only once I’m at work and have no way of changing clothes.
*If you can name the movie quote WITHOUT GOOGLING IT then I will draw a winner from the correct responses. If you can tell me WHO is saying it, I’ll put your name in twice. (Contest ends on Sunday night at 7pm central standard time. E-mail your guesses to me at justaknitwit * at * gmail * dot * com)