Goodbye, beer. I’ll miss you!
Well kiddies, today was officially “Day 1″ of my new fitness regiment. I’ve long since realized that a sedentary lifestyle won’t yield the results / positive body image that I long for but lacked motivation (I’m sure many web professionals can relate to this).
In combination with diet & exercise, I’m also–with Chris’s guidance–starting a course of natural fitness supplements, namely Sci-MX Pyro-MX Leanburn. People have very mixed opinions on the subject but all I can say is that I have had lots of energy today and not a huge appetite, considering the diet change. It has natural stuff like green tea and hot peppers in it, to jump-start the metabolism.
I think I found my motivation somewhere between finding out my blood pressure is slightly high (it runs in the family), realizing I was de-tagging every picture of myself on Facebook and having to get weighed at the hospital last week for my pre-surgery appointment.
As well, the Bristol Softball season is coming up, which is even more reason to get in shape. I am playing on an even more competitive team than last year and I need to make sure they don’t regret recruiting me!
My goals are not solely to lose weight but to improve my core fitness. I’m going to measure myself not by stepping on the scale, but by how my clothes fit, how much endurance I have, and what weights I set the machines to.
Best of all, the gym didn’t charge me an initiation fee again since I used to be a member before. Ok, off to drink water and get on with my day!
Some time ago, my desk moved upstairs to a new office. The office used to be a bedroom and the wall colour is a shade of less-than-inspiring brown. I have been finding it very hard to keep my desk clean, focus, and get in the zone.
As such I’m going to give it a makeover with a lick of paint, some wall shelves, a white painted pine desk and a few indoor plants. Ikea, here I come!
I’ve been dying to use a salmon pink and apple colour scheme ever since I saw it on Cougartown.
Disclaimer: Some of you are going to think this is really insensitive and I suppose it is. I do feel sorry for Tiger’s family, but I have enjoyed few cheap laughs out of the whole ordeal. Obviously, don’t read on if you are offended.
Q. What’s the difference between a car and a golf ball?
A. Tiger can drive a golf ball 400 yards.
It doesn’t matter if Tiger gets charged with careless driving, his putting will make up for it…
After a wayward drive, Tiger Woods found water before nestling behind a tree…
We now see that Tiger Woods drives very well on the fairway but doesnt fare very well on the driveway.
Q. What’s the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods?
A. Santa stops at three Ho’s
Q. What’s the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods?
A. Santa visits the nice girls.
Tiger lion cheetah
Tiger would like to take a mulligan on this one.
Q. What do Tiger Woods and Tony the Tiger have in common?
A. They both tell women they’re great during breakfast.
I heard Phil Mickelson called Elin to ask for tips on how to beat Tiger!
Tiger Woods is 13 over par…
Q. What do Tiger Woods’ girlfriends and 5 star cuisine have in common?
A. There’s some in every major city; you just have to be willing to pay for it!
You, Me and Mom
Remember how you always said that my tastes would change? You used to love your tomato sandwiches and I never understood how you could like them on their own! I declared that I would never like tomatoes, but guess what–I do! I now know what you meant when you said there was nothing better than a fresh tomato sandwich with cheese and lettuce.
I know, I know – you disapprove of my “Joy” tattoo. I am just decorating my temple! If I were telling you this in person, you’d say “Oh Amy” in a disapproving tone. But you couldn’t stay mad at me for long. Then I would make dumb jokes about pop culture to wind you up. I’d probably tease you about Harry Potter and you’d say it’s evil stuff. Then I’d try to convince you to read one!
I have inherited something from you. Singing Tourette’s! If somebody mentions something that reminds me of a song I know, I’ll burst out into song. Sometimes I don’t even know that I’m doing it – just like you. 
You always said to be good to my mother and that she’d be my best friend someday. I used to be pretty horrible to her sometimes and I always thought it was annoying when you said it, but it’s becoming more and more true. I find myself emulating her all the time. You learn a lot from your mother and mine had a good teacher!
We didn't know it had a steep drop, but our reactions were great!
The other day I was putting mascara on and I remembered the first time I ever used it. It was before church, at your apartment. I must have been about 12. You taught me how to use the wand and I put an undetectable amount of mascara on but I felt like a princess nonetheless!
Those were the best, the lazy Sunday afternoons at your apartment. I’d go with you to Swiss Chalet after church and then we’d relax at your apartment. I’d help myself to your gumball machine and the vintage toys you had and you’d do a crossword puzzle. Then we’d go for a swim and watch Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman or Touched by an Angel. Afterwards you’d blow-dry my hair and tell me about how your mom used to do your hair in ringlets. Then you’d make me a simple dinner of poached eggs on toast with tea and honey.
I think of you every time I fold a fitted sheet, eat pickles and cheese, hear a Scottish accent or see a mountain landscape painting.
I miss you lots.
Love,
Amy
