What's up skinnies?
Greetings from Amish country. I'm in Lancaster for work, the first night in my hotel room for what is bound to be a very long 2.5 weeks.
Yep - horse and buggy in front of us as we left the set today.
Those babies are fast! Don't see those back in NYC (unless you're in Central Park)
The perks, though, are that I'm with a good crew, nice client, and actually some great restaurants! We have some freakin' good (albeit indulgent) dinners. Although, everything tastes better on the company dime. :)
To balance them out, I'm making an effort to visit the hotel gym. I just went and ellipticalled for a whopping 30 minutes before I was too freaked out to be down there by myself any longer. Still, better than nothing.
While I was down there, "You Can Do Better" by Say Anything came on my iPod. Although not the dancey beat like my usual LMFAO or Ke$ha gym mix, I kept this one on because I found it's lyrics to be really motivating.
Shitty quality Photo Booth pic I took on Monday post-gym.
I will start using the SLR as soon as I find the battery charger.
I have been having a really good week, personally, and have been constantly pushing myself to make it better. I've exercised the past 3 days in a row (and um, maybe visited the gym for the first time in 2010, don't judge) and been eating healthy..er. Physically, mentally and emotionally I am starting to feel a lot better than I have lately. I'd felt myself going into a bad place over the past 2-3 months and I want to hightail it away from there STAT.
Plus, daily g-chat check-ins with BoRo are always motivating as we chat about important world events, such as which guy on Glee is the most boneable. For me, Mr. Shue. For him, Finn. Lesson: I'm hot for teacher, and Bobby is a child molester. We also discussed whether it's more impactful to watch a workout DVD from the couch, while drinking a (protein) shake, before doing it or just throw yourself into the fire. I prefer throw myself in, screaming and cursing at Jillian Michaels the entire time. I also mute it so I don't have to hear her pissing and moaning about how awful I am.
And while we're on the subject of irrelevant rambling... I am watching Toddlers and Tiaras on TLC and O-M-G what a freakshow. These poor little baby girls. Talk about really corrupting any chance of a healthy sense of self and body image. I'm all about a little glamour, but Christ, 4 year olds should not be getting spray tans and French tip manicures!
Aaaaaand... Tangent end. Goodnight Pennsylvania.