Feels like my time is returning
Don’t you like how this place has become all about that dating app life? Me either.
But anyway. Met a guy for a drink tonight. It went well, except for HE DIDN’T SHOW UP.
Sigh. It’s fine I guess. I think he is married. And he was kinda weird. So it’s fine.
But of course now my brain is all “oh he showed up Christa, took one look at you, and then got the hell out of there.”
I don’t want to think like that but I can’t change who I am. And who I am is a desperately self-absorbed and insecure fool.
So I may take a break from this for awhile because I hate it and it’s making me feel bad. even though it’s kind of fun. but mostly just miserable.
I’ll focus on the gym instead. Cause I’m back with a vengeance baby!
Whenever I stop going, I always forget how much I actually enjoy the gym. So now I’m finding my groove again and it’s been great. I’m pretty out of shape, gonna take some time. I’ve started the very slow process of building up my endurance. So after the stairclimber I’ll do the treadmill: run for a minute, walk for two, rinse and repeat. And I’ve returned to group training classes, which are my favorite. Next up is body pump. And I’d like to find a good kickboxing class. but this is good for now. I’m not in my 30s anymore! I gotta take it real slow and easy, like the old lady I am.
My gym has these hydro massage chairs which I thought were such a stupid gimmick at first, until I tried it, and now I am obsessed. It feels amazing and also kind of makes me want to throw up when it hits certain parts of my body. But in a good way?