Guess who got flowers sent to her office by her fiancé (no…not my mom) for Valentine’s Day? Yep….It was me!!! They were so pretty and so unexpected. I am so lucky to have such a great guy. Little did he know when we met that he was in for a lifetime of utter bliss ; ) I think he’s surviving the train wreck that is all things AJ just fine. We have been thrown a new curve ball though.
I’ve mentioned before that the dear fiance has been known to have a slight resemblance to Tom Cruise. I don’t see it at all. I think it was more apparent in his younger days. I’ve always been irritated by that comparison, but unfortunately, it’s being replaced by something even more disturbing. Turns out….people think we look alike. Seriously. No mam, I’m not making out with my brother, but thanks for your concern. This is a well documented phenomenon. Both that people tend to choose partners that resemble themselves and that couples start to look more like each other the longer they are together. Thanks honey for not being bald and buck toothed, cause that’s not exactly what I’m going for here!
For real? Their outfits even match!@!
Being told that I look like I’m marrying my brother was just one of my many Valentine’s presents this year. I also spent the entire day wading through a ridiculous mess of estate related issues. This entire experience has felt like I’ve been beating my head against the wall. It has been a continual disappointment from so many different directions. This is the first and only time that I’ve ever been involved in a home foreclosure. It is embarrassing, frustrating, and ugly. I’m glad that it won’t have any effect on my personal finances, but it’s still not something that I ever thought I would be a part of. Add in another mountain of debt from my father’s “business” endeavors….omg. I’ve never seen such drama over debt in my life. It’s like there is has been some sort of brain washing that’s occurred, but I was absent that day…Like I’m in a game of hot potato, but no one else has figured out that you’re actually supposed to be trying to get rid of the scalding hot tuber that’s scorching your flesh as we speak (scratch and sniff). Eh. I’m hoping it will all be over by year’s end and we can pleasantly move on.
I suppose this all brings me to yesterday’s workout. It’s so nice to walk into the gym with more baggage than your average homeless guy. If I were going to a kick boxing class or something, it could actually be a huge benefit. Get all your anger and frustration out on the bag or your opponent. But lifting weights? I’ve heard of some guys head butting the bar. Seriously though?? That’s just dumb ; ) So instead, I was a basket case of a lifter. As soon as anything got hard, I bailed. I had no fight in me. Just whimpering. I also had the remains of my gut wrenchingly sore back to deal with. Oh mother of jebus was my back sore all weekend. There was no shoe tying or bending over to speak of. I did, however, manager to do my first rowing workout. That went great except for that brief second at the beginning of each stroke when I had to bend forward slightly. That left me with tiny little waves of nausea every second or two. Otherwise it was fabulous.
So, Sqats 5×10 at 155 turned into 3×10 at 155. RDL sthat were supposed to be 3×10 at 185, turned into 155. Front squats that were supposed to be 3×10 at 115 were at 95, and the reverse hyper was at 25 pounds instead of 50. Oh my goodness, it was terrible. I lost all confidence after my 3rd set of squats which meant that the rest of the workout was ever so frustrating. I did my best not to let it get me down. Everyone has bad days in the gym….yada yada yada.