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[fredericks]

Yesterday, on our way out of the gym, I informed the brolets that I needed to make a stop at a CVS or Walgreens type store on the way home. Middle bro asked "why?" in that annoying way they tend to have, and I opened my mouth to respond with my typical "none of your business" when I thought well, fuck it and said "since you want to know, I need some sanitary napkins to sop up the blood that is currently leaking out of my vagina". Man, if I had a goddamn camera and a time machine I could go back and snap a picture that would keep me in stitches until the day I die. Three faces stared back at me in such horror I literally had to hold my sides to in a futile effort to stop the laughter pains. The older one told me, in the most sincere way he could manage, "that is sooooo TM-effin'-I". Of course, during the ride home I had to chime in with an occasional "'I'm bleed-ing, I'm bleed-ing!'" a la Tron from "Mad Real World". Good times.

I'm biding time until I have to head out to work. I'm in my room under the pretense of taking a nap, but I find myself websurfing and making plans for things I will most likely never end up undertaking. I've opened up this "update" window at least three times already. Something about the blank page makes me run for the hills. I'm restless, yes. This entry will show ample evidence of my restlessness.

Oh, right. Yesterday I met with a rep from the gym for a fitness evaluation. I only joined this gym three weeks ago, having thrown off the evil shackles of Bally's a short time ago (don't let me get started on them, pleasegod), and thought (foolishly) that the evaluation was some altruist action on the part of the institution. I mean, I am giving them money every month and all. I sat down with a gentleman with massive muscles and, right up front, shared my innermost hopes, fears, and expectations about exercise and weight loss. He seemed nice enough. At that time, anyway. Then he more or less made me cry on a couple of ab and upper-body weight machines.

Then came the sales pitch. Call me naive, but I didn't expect the situation to turn into an opportunity for the gym to push me into buying personal trainer time. And, fine, I might have been okay with it if they hadn't decided to try to humiliate me into the sale. I was reminded that I was overweight and that my body fat percentage was rather high, and then when that didn't work I was informed that I obviously couldn't manage to lose weight and wasn't "serious about my body" because I didn't want to give these assholes ("these" because at this point my formerly nice guy had run back to get his sales manager as a reinforcement) an additional $159 a month plus a $129 initiation fee. The only reason I didn't get up and walk away immediately when the first guy started telling me over and over how out-of-shape I was was because I'm too damn polite for my own good. They finally took a hint after ten minutes of wheedling didn't have an effect, and I left to ponder why I'm such an idiot.

What else has been new with me? Not much. Feeling more competent at work little by little, although giving report in the morning always makes me feel like I'm a blithering moron. Tentatively planning a cruise trip with one of the ladies from the book club. Thinking about refurnishing my room, painting the walls a new color scheme (lavender, pink, and white? yeah, what the fuck was going through my mind during high school, huh?), and stripping the floor down to the hardwood. I figure doing all of that would take a normal person a week...but for a master procrastinator such as myself I'd need two and a taskmaster. I have a week off coming up soon so I hope to accomplish *something, but I'm a fickle sort. And I keep wondering whether I should do the whole room thing or buy a laptop. It's an "either/or" situation because of the money involved, not just because my mind works in weird and occasionally "special" ways.

Comments

[orpheus78.livejournal.com]

That first paragraph reminded me of Carrie for some reason. ;)

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

*grin* Was there a shower scene in there I missed?

I'm bleed-ing, I'm bleed-ing!

[nelliewu.livejournal.com]

Classic :D

i always get pissed when i go to my mom's house and i'm on my period. i have to carry my trash outside to the garbage can because her "man friend" might come over. he's a grown-ass man who has a grown daughter. i think he might know about pads, mom :/

Re: I'm bleed-ing, I'm bleed-ing!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I find it ridiculous too. Guys know about it, so why the hell do we have to code it and/or hide it? What, if they see a pad they're going to be permanently scarred? BS, peeps.

[1x2foralways.livejournal.com]

Dear God, what evil people go to your gym? Seriously. I would have smacked that guy upside the head (and consequently torn him a new one for daring to say such things about my body). I commend you for your resistance, as my resistance would definitely have flown through the window. What assholes.

You'll achieve your goals. You don't need a personal trainer for that. I believe in you (hokey as that sounds, but hey, it's the truth (: ).

I hope you get to go on your cruise! You need an escape, my dear. Just be sure to bring me back a cabana boy ;)

I know it's hard, what with all the hustle and bustle you go through every day, but try and relax! And don't wear yourself out too much. *mucho major hugs*

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

At the end of the day a sales pitch is a sales pitch. Even while I was appalled at their gall I was admiring their gumption, if that makes any sense at all. I found it much more noteworthy than hurtful, which is why I stuck it up here. Thanks for the words of encouragement, though. :)

[1x2foralways.livejournal.com]

Anytime, my dear. (:

Oh, and I added you to my weight loss filter, since I know you haven't been around LJ lately, and might have missed my post about it, and since we're RL friends and all, and you're on your own weight loss journey of your own, I figured you'd like to be a part of it. If you'd like me to unadd you, just let me know and I'll be happy to do so. (:

[anogete.livejournal.com]

First, the Walgreens story was hilarious! Poor boys, they didn't know what they were stepping into.

Second, what assholes those guys at the gym were! I can't bring myself to join a gym. It just seems so evil. I figure walking/jogging and lifting free weights bought at Target is enough to get me looking reasonably okay. It helped me lose twenty pounds in a little over two months last year, so that has to count for something. I certainly don't want to have some muscle man telling me how much I suck.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

The thing about being outnumbered in this household is that most everything female (bras and underwear included) are met with public exclamations of disgust. The nerve of these punks, particularly since I had to wipe all of their asses and make sure their uncircumcised dangly bits were cleaned properly when they were younger. You'd think they could mention the handle discussion about a monthly process, huh? We come from repressed RC stock, but it's not like I told them I wanted to pass by, say, Good Vibrations and pick up a toy. Geez.

I did the walking thing when up at school, but I like being able to zone on while on various machines. Around here it's so busy you can't really lose yourself while outside exercising, for safety reasons (getting hit by cars more than getting robbed, but both are valid concerns). I don't intend for them to tell me I suck more than one, believe you me. :)

[bbart.livejournal.com]

Ha! Those brothers got what they deserved. Maybe in the future they'll know better.

I wouldn't have seen that sales pitch coming either. I'm a sucker too.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Don't ask me my business, man. Or face the wrath of the truth.

My brother claims he knew about the pitch, which is why he never met with them. You think he could have told me that. Punk.

[suspiria.livejournal.com]

i do believe that anyone who mentions vagina blood for the specific purpose of freaking someone out should be my friend.

addage?

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Addage. Nice to make your acquaintance. :)