Hoy es el catorce de agosto de dos mil ocho

I did an hour of cardio on the threadmill and 20 minutes on the bike. I had forgotten to bring the water bottle I had prepared when I left my apartment, so I had to take a good swig of water before getting on the threadmill. And once I was on the threadmill I had to mentally ignore my dry mouth. Listening to "Coffee Break Espanol"during an hour's worth of cardio is not as captivating as the soap opera of the "Twilight"series. I did chant along with Kara, practicing different Spanish phrases, assuming my voice was not loud enough to be heard above the hum of the other threadmills and workout machines.

When I got off the threadmill I was so light-headed and tired that I was in a daze. There was this gorgeous tall and muscled blonde who was walking in my direction and smiling with this smugness. He looked like he had something sarcastic and snotty to say, and I just looked at him blankly. I did not understand why he was smiling at me, and it never occurred to me that he wanted to talk. I just looked at his pretty face with barely any comprehension because I was tired as hell. It was only moments later when he realized I wasn't going to respond to whatever it was he felt compelled to say that I realized that my mouth was in a tight grimace, a fixed scowl. Of course now I entertain the idea that he wanted to flirt, while back then I assumed he was just being a gorgeous jerk who wanted to laugh at me for being exhausted and sweaty. He had been looking at me intently. Most guys these days seem more than a little afraid to look at me (aside from the jerks who hit on anyone with a hole between their legs). I guess I hold myself very stiffly. They smell my "fuck you!" from a mile away. It's unconscious. I always think I'm this vivacious sexy thing, but when I am in public and around men, I find my entire body stiffening, and my posture assuming that of a boxer, ready to punch faces, my fists tight. And here I had fancied myself this big flirt. Haha! What should I do? Maybe I need to take a shot of tequila every time I go out. Loosen myself up ;-)

Dinner:
1 large (well, generous) plate of salad: leafy greens, pecans, and raisins with balsamic vinaigrette

1.5 cup of rice

12 oz. chicken adobo

water

1 oz. of Manila Shortbread polvoron

I also did 5 very weak push ups before dinner. I don't really know why I feel compelled to do them. I'm not sure exactly what it does. Part of me is hoping it will tighten my arms, give them a bit of definition. I am also hoping it does more than that. Ever since I've gotten on this push up/ situps kick, I find myself ignoring the machines. I hope that isn't my downfall. Push ups and situps exhaust me to the point that doing machines feels too daunting at this point. Maybe later, when I've built my endurance, I can include machines in my routine.

Midnite Snack:
3 chocolate chip cookies! Gahhhhh!