That story brought up a similar disturbing memory for me.   When I first hooked up with my now husbnd, he had a drawer full of condoms.  He had JUST come out of a long term relationship, so it was obvious that was the brand of choice for the two of them.  Kinda weird, but better her condom then none.  A few sleepovers into the new ”friendship” we found ourselves in the condom situation once again.  This time he also offered me some lube.  He went into his drawer and pulled out a half emptly tube of KY Jelly.  Nasty!  Hmmm… I wounder who he used that with. (Sarcasim)   To make it worse, his x was around a lot.  She showed up when we were out with friends.  I alread knew way too much to ever really be comfortable with her.  Not only had I been offered her old lube, I had ran into a dirty pair of thong underwear of hers(not like I was snooping or anything), and some ”sexy” bikini pictures of her.  Not to mention the make out pics of the two of them still on display in his room.  Too much.     

All this talk of condoms rememinded me that maybe I needed to pick up a box.  (We were try’n to get prego, but I’m not yet and vacation is coming, so prevention for a few months is good.)  So I walked to the “family planning” isle, still on the phone, and there was this young 18 year old looking kid, reading the pregnancy test in his hand.  I ask my friend what kind of condoms to get.  The kid in the isle points to the “her pleasure trojans” with pregnancy test still in hand.  He too, is on his phone.  We both laugh, and he tells his friend on the phone about what just happend.  I said thanks and walked away, condoms in hand, laughing.  I tell my friend on the phone, and she laughs too.It was just kind of random.  I thought it was pretty funny. 

I worked tonight untill 9.  The closing shift.  At 8:45 I answer the phone.

MR. ASSCLOWN:  How late are you guys open ’till?

ME:  We close at 9.

MR. ASSCLOWN: So if I get there at 9 I can get my haircut?

ME:  The door will be locked at 9 so the sooner you get here, the better.

MR. ASSCLOWN:  Where are you located?

ME:  In “fill in the blank” strip mall.

MR. ASSCLOWN:  I’m 5 minutes away.

We hang up.

Aparently he was 15 minutes away cause he was too late.  The door was locked at 9, just as I had promised, when he tugged on the door.  Stupid fuck.  Let me ask WHY are people like this?  I wouldn’t do that.  It’s so so rude.  I hate being at target when they announce the 15 minute warning.  

Tonight is not the only time this has ever happened of course.  Just last sunday we had a Mr. Creepy pulling on the locked door 5 minutes after close.  He would pull, peek in, and pull again.  Walk away, turn around, pull, and stare.   The hours of operation are clearly written on the door.  What makes him so special that we would re open for him?   These are examples of exactly why I won’t close by myself.  (Yes, the owner wants us to close alone.)  Not going to happen for me buddy.  Too many wacko’s out there. 

I’m soundling like a total heartless bitch here, but lets get real. Idiots are walking amung us.  If you can’t get in durring the 12 hours we are open a day, then maybe today wasn’t your  day to get a cut.  Put it on your list tomorrow. 

 Ahhh… better.

Seeing that x-ray was the tangible proof I needed to be ready for a lifestyle chage.  Up untill this last week I have eaten like crap.  Fast food, quick box meals, candy.  Lots of sugar.  Barely any fruits and vegitables.  I have been very tired, lots of headaches and migrains.  Always feelilng sick and down.  Mentally fatuiged.  Constipated most of the time. 

After the urgent care visit, I have been eating totally different.  Strawberries, kiwi, blueberrys and yogurt.   Tomatos, cowiflower, brocklie and ranch.  Olives, avacodo and grapefruit.   Pumpin seeds, triscuts and sweet potato.  Grazing all day at work.  I’m not following any specific plan.  When I get hungry at work, I walk over to Byerlys and walk through the fresh fruit and vegitable area to get groceries for the next few days, and keep it in the fridge at Great Clips.  So then I can munch on all healthy things instead of eating all the tootsie rolls in the salon.  And we have a lot of tootsie rolls.  I’m so proud of myself!

I was just noticing today that I haven’t had a headache all week.  I feel more enrgized and less bloated.  I’m not sure but maybe I’ve lost a couple pounds.  Could this be the change in diet?  I’m guessing it definatley relates.  There are times I desprately want cookies, milk and chocolate, but for the most part have avoided them.  Just some chocolate chips and penut butter here and there.  But not a lot.  Maybe an ounce of the chocolate chips a day.   That’s not much for me.  I think about the horrible ache and how bloated I get when I want these items.  They are poison to my system.  Especially since portion control is out the window when it comes to sweets

Salmon for dinner tonight. 

Abbs on roman thingy… 10*2 sides and back + 2.5lbs

20 min stairs.

#2 Nov. 2nd:  20 min intervlas on eliptical.

Tuesday: Walk 45 minutes, level 3 hills.  Quad machine 10*3 36lbs.  Hams machine 10*3 35lbs.  Calf macine 10*3 plus 2.5lbs.  45 degree abbs 10*2 (side, back, side).

 My awesome idea of the night is to start using this blog as a place to write down my workouts.  For some reason, when I have blogged about working out in the past, it has fuled my desire to get my ass to the gym.  So, I am going to take two things that I easily slack on in daily life, and put them into action.  Blogging about it….. I go to the gym.  I go to the gym….. I blog.  Easy goal, right?

Last night’s work out #9 (# of times at the gym this month.)

Eliptical 40 minutes

Stair master 20 minutes

chest… bar 10*3

shoulders… standing bent elbow 5lbs 10*3

back.. lat pull downs standing up 15lbs 10*3

biceps… 7.5lbs standing curls 10*3

triceps… assisted dip 82lbs 10*3

abbs… haning 10*3

Tonights workout #10

Treadmill… 40 min fast pace walk

Recumbent bike… 20 min hill

Abbs… 50 cruches with 5lbs, 50 w.o.

I’ve decided that I’m going to learn how to cook.  At least a little.  Healthy meals.  I’ve had such strong cravings for the most unhealthy foods, which isn’t helping my waistline or ass in any means.  I always want to eat.  I am becoming an addict.  Food is becoming the enemy.  Cloths are becoming tighter.  Not good.

My workouts have sucked, and have become fewer each weak.  I’ve lost motivation.  The headaches have been coming on strong and staying for days at a time.  I’m tired and sleep a lot.  On top of that, I was prescribed a muscle relaxer to help controll the headaches, but it knocks me the fuck out, leaving me groggy hours after awakening.  I will give the pills a shot  for a while.  The pain is becoming unbearable.  Especially when I’ve had to wake in the middle of the night to take tyenol or ibuprophen.  I’m going to try to stop taking those. 

Chris jokenly called me by my mother’s name.  She always has something wrong with her.  Headaches, back pains and so on.  She claims the back pain is so sever it prevents her from having any sort of normal job hours.  And here I am, 26years old, and I’m fallowing right in her footsteps.  Just where I never wanted to be.  Shoulder pains make my job as a hair stylist hard.  A regular work week is not in store for me.  Just a few hours of cutting hair can cause excrutiating pain.  Yet, this is the job I want to have.  I’m hoping there is help out there.  Listen to me.  This is pathetic. 

I’m hoping with better foods, regular excersise, and the right ammount of sleep, I will start to wake up again.  Live life better.  There is such a fog over me right now.  Not depression really, just worn out.  I lack the motivation.  I’m really going to have to dig deep to find it again.   

 Personal goal tomorrow: Get to the gym before I have to work at noon.  Even if it’s just for 25min on the eliptical.

Thismorning, after my work out, I had an early lunch.  I knew it would be best to have something in my stomach before doing such a thing.  After my usual subway, I drove right to Aloha Monkey.  I’d been pierced there once before and was happy with it, along with a tattoo on my hip.  It was about 11:20 am.  I walked in the door, there were people in the shop, but someone came up to me and nicely pointed out that they don’t open untill noon.  Bummer.  Those other people must have had an appointment.  

 I ran to the mall to kill some time, hoping that I wasn’t going to psych myself out.  I went into Hot Topic to see their selection of nose rings.  Cute.  Time killed.  Back to the tattoo shop.  Ryan was the piercer on duty today.  He did my labret about 5 years ago.  I filled out the paper work and waited for the room to be ready.  I’ll admit, I was nervous.  But not too bad.  I was without a friend to hold my hand. 

He called me in, thouroghly explained the procedure, and away we went.  He dabbed the purple ink on my left nostril to get my approval of his mark.  Thumbs up.  I was instructed to breath in, and then while breathing out, he poked the needle through my flesh.  It really wasn’t too painful.  The worst part was when he was getting the needle into the right spot before pushing it through.  Yay Ryan.  He did a good job. 

Even tonight, my nose doesn’t really bother me unless i twitch it.  Then I can feel it a little, but not very painful.  I am happy with my decision.