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Tuesday, May 15, 2007 Carmen Electra Kicked My Ass Part of the post break-up has involved lots of long talks with Drunk Heather (distinguished from Heather in St. Louis, the Heather I used to work with, and any other Heathers that I may or may not know). Drunk Heather, as she is the local friend, is doing her part to keep my mind from wandering to the what ifs of Ian; as such, we've started working out every morning at the ass crack of dawn. We've met up at 7 am, and we're working out with the various workout DVDs and videos that we have. Monday, it was Carmen Electra and her "Fit to Strip" workout. Do not underestimate Carmen and her workout. I thought I'd be okay; I'm a tough woman, and I have enough willpower to outstubborn a mule. I was wrong. I could barely make it through the yoga workout today, and anything between a sitting position and a standing position is pain. I know that if I keep this up, I'll feel better. I'll look better. Plus, it's a good way to spend more time with a friend, despite the early hour. And the pain of movement definitely is keeping my mind from wandering to other things. I know this is for the best. I know that it'll take time to heal. I'm just not a very patient person when it comes to these things, so any distractions are appreciated. posted by jaime | 5:31 PM 0 comments |
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