Current State of Affairs

I am ridiculously out of shape. I've been sick forEVER, and therefore haven't set foot in the gym since early January (ick! I owe Angie like, a hundred bucks). The past couple of days I've actually had some semblance of energy, and the headaches are becoming more and more rare. So this morning I decided to stir up some courage and go to the gym.

So I went. And the first thing that happened was: I almost walked into the men's locker room (okay, I actually walked in-- but not in enough to see any naked people). Apparently, they switched the men's and women's locker rooms on February 16. The guy at the desk laughed at me and said, "been awhile, ey?" Then, as I began my workout, I quickly realized that the seven-or-so pounds I've lost in the past month have been seven-or-so pounds of pure muscle. I was forced to cut down my usual three sets of 25-20-15 to a single set of 12, using less weight. I didn't even bother stepping onto the treadmill; instead, I biked at level four for half an hour (as opposed to level nine for an hour). I'd like to be in great shape in about a month-- good enough for a few hours a day of quality surfing. So I hereby solemnly vow to be a gym whore for the next month, and maybe even beyond. Back to buff ol' Jess. Yep. (emphatic nod)

I just hope the health keeps up, and the headaches stay away.

In other news: how much is too much to pay for a really really cute top that I really really want?