I really, really like weightlifing. I mean, like, for the first time in my life I look forward to exercise. I break it up by doing 10 minute intervals on the eliptical, and after yesterday’s fiasco of a non-workout, it felt soooo good today.
Some music is awesome for weightlifing. For instance, the Dropkick Murphys. PERFECT heavy music. Red Hot Chili Peppers are also good. Lady Gaga and No Doubt are great for on the treadmill or eliptical. Sarah Maclaughlin? As much as I love her, she is not gym music.
Well, my taste in men has sadly not changed. I’m still drawn (and draw) the same burly guys I’ve always drawn. I’m trying really hard to change that. When it’s time to start dating again, I don’t want to follow the same old patterns- it worked out SO well for me in the past. I’m purposely looking away from the barrel chested guys lifting heavy iron at the gym. No eye contact, no smiles. Serious business. Can I still like bald heads though?
Oh man, a man in a kilt is one of the hottest things on earth. That is all.
Larabars are SOOOO good. They’re all real food with no preservative or gluten or soy or ickiness, and I can toss one in my bag and stave off the crazy burger cravings post-weightlifting.
I have the best friends on earth. I’ve had some crappy luck in the past, but I know some insanely cool people, and count myself really, really blessed.
When we got home from the gym, someone had gone to our old house and disassembled the Rainbow play fort and brought it to Little House. I don’t even know who to call and thank, but it’s sitting in the yard waiting to be re-assembled. Bean and Abby were giddy and jumping for joy. Really. Real jumping. Real Joy.
Working on another painting. Yes, it’s the one I should be working on. Maybe this time it will actually be presentable. I’m almost holding my breath.
10 thoughts on “Random Crap: While Lifting Weights”
You are not alone on the subject of kilts.
Bald heads are definitely hot. Especially with facial hair.
and agreed with the Sara music. I felt the same about the gym playing chickflicks in the cardio cinema. Some things just don’t make me get excited to get all hot and sweaty. SJP is one of them.
I’m glad you’re finding happiness and peace again.
Mr Renn has made me promise he can learn to play bagpipes once our loans are payed off. I hope I can develop some kilt-love.
I’m so happy you have such great friends!
I love weights, too! Who knew? I’ve gotta completely agree about the music. My dh likes soundtracks and listens to that when he runs and stuff but if it were me I’d be falling down sleeping with that kind of stuff. Give me Red Hot Chili Peppers for working out any day.
Interestingly, I just saw a guy in a kilt yesterday in the K-Mart parking lot. Loooooong beard held together with a hair-band. Not so hot.
Personally, I’ve always had a thing for tall, pencil-necked geeks.
Totally with you on the kilts! My parents are Scottish so it must be in the blood. When I got married having my dad and brothers in kilts was the only thing I really wanted. They looked awesome!
So glad you are still being watched out for. You have an awesome ward, and great friends. So glad you are surrounded by goodness!
I just wanted to say, I love weight lifting too! And Larabars are heaven on earth. Though after weight lifting, you need to eat some protein, to help rebuild the muscles you’ve just torn. That may be why you crave burgers. So I hope you get some when you get home, in some form. Protein is muy bueno when you’re lifting weights.
And I lived in Scotland. Kilts= yummy.
I am a terrible friend but I love you and your monkeys. I am so glad people are taking care of you. disassembling and reassembling a rainbow fort is no small thing.
Kilts ftw. Sarongs are pretty nice, too 😉
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