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Friday, February 27, 2004
I'm joining one of those 30-minute Chick Gyms - you know, the ones where you do a circuit of machines and it takes half an hour. Curves are the most popular ones, but I'm going to a Curves knockoff which is right near St. Ned's. As soon as I get over the fact that the carpet is Barbie-aisle pink (women love it!), I will be able to get on with hating the music. Seriously, I heard Electric Slide today, and I wasn't even at a badly DJ'd wedding. There is an audible cue telling you to move to the next machine, so strapping on Larry the iPod isn't an option.
The vast negativity of the above paragraph should tell you how I really feel about exercise. As in, I hate it. I hate it with the heat of a thousand hatey suns. Bah.
My current body shape would probably tell you that, though. And the fact that I don't have a lot of energy most of the time. So, fuck it, I'm going to try working out, in the least threatening setting money can buy. I joined the Y last year and that just didn't work out, for a number of reasons, some of them financial (I couldn't afford the full-hours membership, and my plan of leaving work for lunchtime sessions never actually happened), and some of them related to being in a locker room and feeling like a total fraud. So I'm going to Cheap Chick Pink Carpet Gym. I'm not getting into a long-term contract, though, because I would like to graduate to grownup gym at some point.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2004
aka, "um, you've got some schmutz on your forehead."
As I am every year, I was once again blown away by the Ash Wednesday liturgy, especially the Litany of Penitence, which includes:
We confess to you, Lord, all our past unfaithfulness: the
pride, hypocrisy, and impatience of our lives,
We confess to you, Lord.
Our self-indulgent appetites and ways, and our exploitation
of other people,
We confess to you, Lord.
Our anger at our own frustration, and our envy of those
more fortunate than ourselves,
We confess to you, Lord.
Our intemperate love of worldly goods and comforts, and
our dishonesty in daily life and work,
We confess to you, Lord.
Our negligence in prayer and worship, and our failure to
commend the faith that is in us,
We confess to you, Lord.
There are plenty of 'ouch' moments in there, plenty of things I'd rather not look at, thankyewverymuch. Which is the whole point of Lent - it is time set aside to look at things we'd rather not look at.
Today is all about, "hey, guess what, you're going to die! You will be a corpse, and return to the dust. I'm sorry, what was that incredibly important thing that you were talking about again? Why are you angry at that person? What are you working for? What do you think you need to get by? What have you broken that you still have time to fix?"
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Wow, Lent really snuck up on me this year. I can't believe the Mardi Gras party is tonight. You can't get as much for your beads at our party as you can in the French Quarter (I don't expect to hear any cries of "show us your tits!" although I am wearing a cute bra just in case...ok, not really. Ewwwwwww.) but it's still a good time.
So, what is everyone else doing for Lent? I usually have a nice discipline all lined up, but not this year.
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