Its been decided. I will be spending Thanksgiving by myself. Even if Super T invites me (which he hasnt, by the way dont have much choice, now do I?), I feel like Ive pushed the issue beyond intrusion. Im actually feeling a little embarrassed by the whole thing.
So now. I need to buck up and figure out what Im going to do with myself. I was talking with my mom last night, and quite honestly, I have tons of stuff that I can be doing over the long weekend. Its not like I needed another trip somewhere. In fact, Im a little relieved that Im going to be staying here. I may actually start to get myself settled in. I need that. Ill be leaving town again as soon as we get back to work next week.
I will admit that I am feeling a little sorry for myself. Thanksgiving is one of my most favorite days of the year. I love large Thanksgiving gatherings with lots of laughter and conversation. Even arguments! I love it all: the food, the drink, the merriment, the napping on the couch after several helpings of stuffing and punkin pie. I love the cold weather and the hot apple cider. I love sneaking away with a boyfriend and finding a quiet place to whisper and kiss. I love to get caught up in tradition and do things like go to the movies or shop on Black Friday. Everything! The crowds, the noise, the frustration!! Its all a part of the season!
Best Bud has advised me to be kind to myself. Treat myself to a prepared stuffed hen and a nice bottle of wine.
This will be good, right? Reconnecting with myself. Treating myself well. Napping. Getting things done. Hey I can shop as long as I want, right? And theres a movie theater a mere block from my apartment! So much to do! Ill be fine.
Went to the gym last night. Not a pretty sight. I hadnt gained any weight since the move, but the distribution (or should I say percentage) of body fat was horrifying. The trainer was nice, but he wasnt the friendly, flirtatious type like I like em (gah, Im sick!). I did get him to laugh, and I did get him to toughen up on me a little. I told him not to listen to me if I whine and complain. That its just my nature to do that so he will encourage me. He finally got the picture and loaded up the weights!!
Of course, theres always one in every bunch. One of the other personal trainers gave me a bit of a razzing as we were going through the circuit, and after my workout with the first trainer, I hopped on the treadmill for some good old-fashioned cardio, and the other trainer guy came to talk to me for a while. Nice guy. A little chatty. Lonely. Just moved here from San Francisco (whats with all the people moving here from SF??! Its bizarre!). Anyway, I couldnt get him to shut up. He was still talking as I was walking out the door!
Drank beer immediately after my workout. Do you think thats okay? It sure tasted good!
Made a batch of Rice Krispy treats, but they came out a little soft. I think I need to pack them harder. See, such a cooking retard! You dont even have to cook to make these! I want to figure out how to make them like Ive seen in New York: giant bricks that are about 5 thick and 5 wide. With whole marshmallows mixed in. Oh my gosh, they are amazing!! I want to make them as a holiday snack for people at work. Hm.. Maybe a weekend project!
Okay. Ive obviously run out of things to say. I just feel like rambling on. Kind of like how a really lonely person will just go on and on and on to anyone who will listen.
Eh. Pathetic.
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