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General, Health, Life, School

Ohhhh a gime.

09.26.05 | Comment?

Recently, as in the past two months, I have been less active. It’s not that I’ve been sitting on the couch eating bon bons, but my body has been like, “Gime? What’s a gime?” (à la Homer Simpson). Joel and I were working out every day at 1900; then his schedule changed, so mine did, too. I kept saying I would find the time once school started, but it didn’t happen. I began to notice my developing badonkadonk (with some excitement at first), then the belly flab. Then came the lethargy, crankiness, and spurts of raging bitchiness. It’s not who I am.

I usually get a second wind at night, right before bed, and want to work out then, but that’s really inconvenient since the gym is closed and my husband gets up at 0430. But at 0500, the stars and moon are still out and the gym is open and less crowded. I burn off calories before I’ve even consumed any, and unless I have something to do right away, I can come home, shower, and nap for an hour. I find it to my liking. The benefits of exercise, especially for my mental well being, far outweigh any unpleasantness.

0800 studying, followed by all day studying, is less to my liking, but I must do well on my exams tomorrow. Such is the price of not studying this weekend. Instead, we got TiVo and rearranged three rooms in our house. We also got the complete first season of Lost, which will always trump chemistry. Always.

We were not housebound by the weather as I once thought we might be; in fact, we did not get even a drop of rain. Oh this reminds me: I was definitely asked by one of the Katrina evacuees at the shelter last Monday where “the white ward” is. Excuse me? I asked as politely as I could, hoping I had misheard him. “You know, the white ward. Some people told me they had taken all the white people to the white ward,” he said, in all seriousness. Now I’m sure that in his bigoted little head, this was a perfectly acceptable question; he looked around, saw all of three caucasians, and wondered where the others were. To the rest of the decent world, this question was ludicrous, and we stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds. People are people, guy. How could he even ask? One of the officers sitting with the volunteers finally said, “There’s no white ward, sir,” accompanied by an appropriate look that in every language means “Get out of my sight, you total jackass.” How is this sort of thinking still around?

On to other difficult questions; this, my study break, is over.

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