Awwwww!!! The little baby kitten is CRYING!! Baby, you have to save him!!

Sometimes I have to resort to extreme reminding tactics. I'll report back on effectiveness. :)

Labels: christopher, dune, neglectful cat owners

Yesterday, 4pm:

Christopher: Is there some kind of big football game today or something?
Me: Dude, it's Superbowl Sunday.
Christopher: Are you sure? I thought that was near the end of February or something.
Me: No, I'm pretty sure it's today. All my recipe blogs have been preparing snacks for it.

Why I Love Him, #8754: Doesn't abandon me for football.

Labels: christopher, relationship

We got a bit of snow here this weekend, so yesterday I dragged Christopher out into the park to teach me to use his camera.





His camera is one of those super fancy ones that shoots in raw format. I don't really know exactly what that means, except that I can adjust a lot of things later that are impossible to adjust with my camera. With mine, if the photo is washed out, it's done. With his, I can fix a lot of it. So that's pretty useful.

I've also been going on dates with Christopher lately. We went to see How She Move last Wednesday and it was like Save The Last Dance except without the cheesy suckiness. Plus it's set at Jane and Finch and there are some Toronto-centric jokes. ("Man, drop the accent. Everyone knows you from Scarborough!") The writer went to York and previously did a documentary on step dancing, so the dancing in the movie is great and it's filmed fairly straight, without the million jump cuts they usually throw in to make it more exciting. Trailer:



And I'm still working out. Week 4 coming up, and I haven't missed a day yet.

Labels: christopher, photography

So, after New Year's, I joined a gym for the first time in my life. Considering that I quit taking phys/ed classes after grade 9, this has been a bit of a shock to the system. But I've been keeping up with it and not dreading it.

I'm going three times a week, twice with a workout routine, once just for cardio. It's a women-only gym on my way to work. 7 minute walk from home, 7 minute walk from work. It has private bathrooms and showers, which cuts a lot of the intimidation of the gym. I haven't had to wait for equipment and there are no sign-up lists.

I've done personal training twice, which has been interesting. Last Thursday, we made my workout harder because it wasn't kicking my ass anymore. It is definitely kicking my ass again, and my legs are sore today from doing the new routine last night.

I have noticed that the last 3 weeks are the first time that I've been critical of certain parts of my body. I've always heard women complain about jiggly fat under their arms, and I've just shrugged my shoulders. Then I get to spend an hour in front of a mirror with a personal trainer with the most toned arms I've ever seen on a woman. I would be tempted to claim they were photoshopped, if they weren't right there in front of me. And then we pan back to my arms. My untoned arms that are struggling to lift tiny weights and oh-! A jiggle! Oh God!

So now I realise where all that insecurity comes from. When I was dicking around on the Internet for years, other girls were staring at themselves in mirrors while working out. So, I'm trying not to get hyper-focused on that part. I'd just like to be in decent shape for the first time since I was a little kid who rode bikes and climbed trees and dug snow tunnels without getting tired or sore. I think it's going to take a while. :)

Labels: gym, working out

I've been giggling at this comic for a few days now. :)

Labels: babies, comic