Even more motivation
The day had been typical for a weekend. Went to the Farmer's Market and the store in the morning, got started on laundry and cleaning, ate lunch, and finished the chores. The last thing to do, usually, is sweep up the backyard. My landlord essentially neglects it, and since I look onto the yard from my kitchen window, I've been taking it upon myself to tidy things up. Well, what I can, anyway.
After finishing up in the back, I went to enter the apartment again through my back door. It's bolted. Ok, WTF? I then realize that the bigger of the slide bolts must have shifted just enough when I closed the door (ok, I admit I kinda slammed it, because it's getting a bit loose...I gotta fix that)...either that, or Bella locked me out. Eh, who knows.
After trying the door several times (and, I'm sure, looking like an eejit), I tried to take the screen off my bathroom window; I keep the window cracked for ventilation, and if I could take off the screen, I could climb in and unlock the door. Well, I guess I should be thankful that I couldn't get it off, but at the moment I wasn't. So I moved to the kitchen window. On this long window, the screen isn't locked--yes, it's something that will be fixed soon, either by my landlord or by me. The window was open so Bella could hang out on the sill and cry at the birds and squirrels. I grabbed a bench in the backyard and tried to climb into the kitchen. Easy, right?
Oh my Lord...to be fair, my arms have never been that strong. Oh, my shoulders, chest and back are plenty strong, thanks to years of swimming, but I've never been able to do one pull-up. Yeah, that just bit me in the ass...because now I couldn't pull myself in the kitchen through the window. I'm sure it was a sight to see, with my ass hanging out of the window...a Candid Camera moment if ever there was one. I started cussing...not at being locked out, but because after 2 years of losing weight, I had put on almost half of it back in the last 8 months. And, yes, I'm losing weight again, but at this moment in time I'm still more than I want to be. *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*...you get the point. Bella just kept watching me, wondering what the hell it was that I was doing.
Yes, I finally got in--I just got another item to step on--but all I could do afterwards was poke my flab and piss and moan. Not only is my new gym really great, and it's 5 blocks from my apartment, but now I have no excuse. I have but 2 weeks left of class, and after that I can resume my normal workout regime. This will change, dammit! *grumble* *grumble* *grumble* *grumble*
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