Bad Things Come in Threes?
If that’s true, I’m watching my back, because I’m definitely up to two.
Last night, after my stressful online classroom shenanigans, I settled down on the couch with my computer. I read some blogs, did some coursework, etc. Then, I headed back upstairs to plug my computer in and turn in for the night.
I plug my computer in. It starts sparking in the power cord plug-in.
I pull the cord out. I consider the risks of electrocution. I plug the cord back in (yes, I’m an idiot).
It keeps sparking.
It fades to black and dies, never to see another day.
A little piece of my heart dies as well.
So, needless to say, a trip to Best Buy was in order this morning. After a small freak-out last night in which I might have screamed, “I didn’t back up any of my f$#&ing files!!!!!!!!!”, Ryan kindly reminded me that the beautiful geeks at Best Buy can recover almost all files. God bless the geeks.
Sure enough, this morning at Best Buy, the geek squad was able to recover all of my files and transfer them to my shiny new laptop. Success!
In truth, I’ve been needing a new laptop for a while—my old one was getting majorly overheated (I’m talking “third degree burns if I held it on my lap for too long” overheated). Still, the moment when a laptop just dies nothing if not terrifying.
After our morning at Best Buy, I threw together a quick lunch:
Two tacos filled with black beans, salsa, and purple cabbage, plus a Kashi granola bar for dessert.
I also got to chat on the phone with my good friend Sarah for over an hour, which helped to turn the day around and make it a good one after all. Sarah is one of the most genuinely sweet people I know, and she always makes me laugh.
These flowers that Ryan brought home didn’t hurt either:
This afternoon, we both had our free appointments with two trainers at our new gym. We expected it to be pretty low-key—they were supposed to measure our body fat, help us assess our fitness goals, etc.
Well, my guy ended up being quite the salesman, because he talked me into buying 12 sessions of personal training. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, and the price was right, so I figured—why not?
The truth is, I’ve never been good at pushing myself at the gym. I always do the same cardio (treadmill), the same weights routine, and then maybe a few half-assed stretches. I rarely vary my routine, and it shows—I’m almost never sore after a workout session! I can tell that my body isn’t being challenged, and I’m hoping that these training sessions will do just that.
If today is any indication, dear LORD I have a lot of challenge to look forward to.
Eric, my trainer, did a free session with me today, so that I could see what to expect from our training.
Holy cow…I feel like I spent all afternoon at the Biggest Loser ranch. Not even kidding.
I started off on the (real) Stairmaster, aka the gauntlet, climbing for 15 minutes. It had me sweating more than my 60 minute runs on the treadmill, not even kidding. Then, we headed to the weights room, where I did mountain climbers, push-ups, scissor kicks, squats + curls, lunges, weighted ball crunches, and spent time on some medieval torture device cleverly disguised as an ab coaster machine.
At one point, he told me that I had baby gazelle legs, and that it was time to PUT SOME MUSCLE ON!!!!!!
Somehow, however distantly, I am sure he is related to Jillian Michaels.
And the drill sergeant from An Officer and a Gentleman:
“Mayo, I’m gonna watch you crumble and watch you break!”
He had me finish it up with thirty minutes on the elliptical.
If I can walk tomorrow, I’ll be surprised.
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After I escaped the Spanish Inquisition, we swung by Best Buy to pick up my new computer, and then it was back home for dinner.
Tonight’s meal was kind of a “make it up as you go” casserole, but it ended up being really tasty.
I sauteed a zucchini and a yellow squash in some olive oil, seasoned with salt and pepper and a bit of cajun seasoning, and then mixed with three beaten eggs and 1/2 a cup of cooked brown rice.
This went into the oven at 350 degrees for about half an hour, until it was cooked through:
Then topped with cheese and baked for another few minutes:
My serving, times two. Yum!
I just took some ibuprofen, but I’m thinking something stronger might be necessary. Do they sell morphine at Rite-Aid?
Good night, all!