Another Friday night and I’m snuggling in bed by 10PM. It’s fine. After all, I’m still loving this nesting thing.
Diet: needs work and definition. To say I need to eat less is one thing. To actually create a meal plan is another.
Exercise: Blew it this morning, but did a lot of walking this afternoon and evening. Needs work as well. I need to be putting in a really hard sweat every day. I know this about myself.
I spent the evening making my special Christmas vanilla popcorn treats that I’m going to give to my friends and co-workers. I have enough supplies to make six batches. Got two done, but it took me about 2.5 hours to do it, so I have my work cut out for me this weekend.
Decided to adjust my vacation due to a work trip scheduled the week before Christmas, which was part of the time that I was going to take off. Again, I’ve been losing days due to not taking them and fuck if I’m going to let that happen this year.
So I have a meeting in Los Angeles on the 16th and then I’m gonna take the 17th and 18th off to hang in LA and then spend the weekend with my cray friend who lives in Laguna. I was going to go to San Francisco, but the originally scheduled meeting was canceled, so Southern California it is!
I’m looking forward to that. Perhaps another…um…adventure?! I’d like that.
Anyway. I’m not really looking forward to my two dates tomorrow. Lunch date first with the guy I’ve hung out with before - he’s the guy who is a photographer/PR guy for a local professional sports team. He’s nice in a way but in another way, he’s really not.
Take, for example, our communication yesterday to try to figure the logistics of where we are going to meet. He was trying to make plans via text and he’s not a very good communicator over text. Yet he gave me a whole rash of shit, telling me that I was a terrible communicator over text and yada. It took me asking if we should actually talk this through on the PHONE for us to have a conversation about it. Sheesh.
And once I got him on the phone, it was no better because he spent the whole time telling me how terrible I am at texting. Fuck that, mister stupid smiley emoji.
And Guy #2, my 3:00 date leaves a lot to be desired so far as well. He wants to have coffee, which is great, but there are a million cool paces close to me to have a very unique coffee or cafe experience, and he chooses a Starbucks basically on the way to the airport. A commuter Starbucks? I don’t know about this. I’d say no way Jose if his photos weren’t so nice. Let’s hope he’s way better in person.
Okay, I’m yawning myself to sleep. I’m going to finish this glass of wine and hit the hay. I’m hoping tomorrow is a warm enough day to go to bootcamp. I sure need it.
I love yous!
GS
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