[berkeley]

>>i'm drowning slowly, off the coast and i'm headed nowhere<< ben folds 5's "brick"

intro
after a bit of an absence, i've returned to my blog editor to bring the latest and greatest*>>that's questionable, but it sounds good with the word that precedes it) from my world. I'd have to say, that again i've nothing really insightful to offer, just I'd like to see something new on my web journal. Goodness knows what would happen if i did anything as monstrous as abandon it for more than a week. *gasp* The humanity!

spin this
I'm losing my will to get up in the mornings to do my cardio routine. Last time i took that spinning class, i felt like i wouldn't be able to finish the class. I didn't think i could be so out of shape from not doing cardio for a few days---stupid body.

I read an article in Health magazine today about people losing their willpower around the holidays. At bottom, the article states that sticking to a routine is directly connected to priorities---changing one is the cause or effect of changing the other.

In addition to this, my explanation for not being able to get out of bed is that, like bears, groundhogs, and other fauna, humans get sluggish in the winter time---it's too cold to workout and stay sexy. haha.

Though i suppose my theory can be shot to hell by virtue of my own behavior last year. I went to the gym in the mornings before going to work everyday over winter break. Hmm, i had no lack of willpower last year, only this semester have i begun to stray from my norm. I have yet to figure it out.

nothin' but net
So, because of my lack of willpower this morning, i didn't get up early enough to make it to my spinning class or my aerobics class (i'm tired of that one, goes a little too slow). So, i picked up my basketball and shot some hoops.

Unfortunately, i don't play ball often enough to keep my shot, so everytime i play, i have to spend a half hour or so trying to remember how to shoot. But finally, i hit a groove and i hit an unprecedented 13 free throws in a row (only 2 of which were not swooshes).

I was pretty damned proud of myself. It was so easy too.

boys
I view a significant other as an extension of myself. If i went to a party, for example, his behavior would say a lot about me as well... "oh, so she likes boys with this sense of humor and dress that way."

A friend once told me that people often make the mistake of seeing S.O.'s (signif. others) this way. "They are people," he said, "who make mistakes and live their own lives too." Yet even though i agree and understand this idea, i can't bring myself to accept it and therefore put it into practice.