girlfiend

You may have been thinking to yourself, “Huh. I haven’t heard Girlfiend complain about her health in at least a week now.” Or not. Either way, I seem to have developed yet another case of the mastitis. Or perhaps it’s just a clogged duct that isn’t visible on the surface. Clog or infection, it hurts like a motherfucker. And I’m thinking it showed up because I was bold enough to think to myself (while examining the bruises, bumps and scabs that still remain on my arms, legs and stomach) that the poison ivy, while still pretty damn ugly, at least isn’t itchy these days.

Or maybe it’s because yesterday at the gym, this big, muscular, black dude Gary approached me to tell me how good I look these days. Gary, who is in sickeningly perfect shape, is one of the friendliest guys at the gym and has watched me gain 60 pounds and lose 50 of it.  Yesterday he told me that my haircut makes me look taller and that he can see I’m really losing weight. I thanked him and said, “I’m working on it, ” which is true, even though I haven’t bored you with the details lately.  A few minutes later, as I was setting up the leg press machine he walked over, leaned in and said, “In addition to what I just told you, I wanted to say that I’m proud of you.” I think I may have blushed as I thanked him again.

As for the working on it, I made an appointment with one of the trainers a couple of weeks ago to revamp my workout. In addition to the yoga and cardio I’d been sort of doing the old strapless dress workout in a half-assed sort of fashion and really wanted to step things up. Now I’m lifting heavier weights and alternating opposing muscle groups so the workout takes less time. It takes about 35 minutes to complete the weight circuit, which is about 15 minutes less than I was spending before. It’s only been two weeks, but I’m pretty sure it’s working, since I’ve been pretty sore the past few days. We’ll see. I’ve had these last ten pounds to lose for a couple of months now. Their will may be stronger than mine.

I guess I should take a few days off from the gym, what with the mastitis and all. I don’t have a fever yet, but based on the last several times I’ve had it, it’s just a matter of time.  Sweet.

Going out for drinks with friends for the first time in seven months. Or longer if you count the lack of drinks while pregnant. This picture is significant because I’m wearing the jeans, the outrageously expensive jeans I’ve been dying to wear again since I grew out of them minutes after learning I was pregnant. They’re still a little tight, but I was assured that they’re not “skanky teenage girl” tight.

I couldn’t resist hopping on the flickr 365 days self portrait bandwagon. This was my photo for day one. I’m going to have to keep the bathroom mirror cleaner for this.