I fell off my workout wagon.  Hell, I think I jumped off of it.  It all started with a large cheese pizza the week after Mother’s Day.  Then there was the Memorial Day barbecue.  Monday I had fried food.  Tuesday we went out to lunch and I had potato skins and mozarella sticks.  Today I had a big ass sandwich on some thick ass/carb filled bread followed by a piece of chocolate cake.  I washed it all down with a Dr. Pepper.  I haven’t been to the gym in a month.  During my most dedicated times I get up at 4am to make it to a 5am pilates class.  I shower and leave there to be to work at 6:30.  I’d leave work at 4:30 to be BACK at the gym by 5pm doing an hour of cardio and an hour of toning.  I can’t tell you the last time I’ve done anything more than pilates.  I suck today.
 
My hair sucks today.  I straightened it this morning so I’d look nice in my little navy blue pencil skirt and new blouse.  It’s so soft that I’d lost all the curls before I even got in the car.  So now it’s just hanging here in my damn way.
 
I’m fat, I have ugly hair, my skin ain’t nowhere near glowing, and I just want to go home and study.
 
Speaking of studying, I registered to take the test on September 29th.  That means I have over 3 months to run myself nuts trying to achieve perfection.  And every time I get right in the groove of studying the damn phone rings with somebody not wanting shit.
 
You know how people play the adult version of the “That’s Alright” game?  I’ve blogged about it before.  Every time I think about it I remember a post that Creole did about seeing a woman with a baby stroller standing at the bus stop.  Her version was “That’s alright…..I have a car.”  My best friend passed her Project Management certification last week (she’s trying to work her way to being a project manager in another company) and the people in her office are giving her the fuckin blues.  They say things like “Well it’s easy to study and pass the test but real life experience is what counts.”  That’s just another form of the game.  They might as well say “That’s alright. I make more money.”  I have a cousin getting married Saturday and she didn’t invite me to the wedding.  I don’t know why not but I haven’t spoken to her since last October when she called to tell me that she was engaged.  It actually hurt my feelings that she didn’t ask me to do her wedding.  She got a bootleg friend of hers to do it.  My grandmother told me not to take it personal because obviously she’s nutty as fuck to have a cousin who has won awards for doing weddings and NOT ask her.  One of my vendors told me today that the bootleg friend is making a mess of stuff and that none of my vendors would work with her.  Gotta love vendor loyalty man.  Anyway…..today as I was driving back to work from lunch I thought about her wedding this weekend and I got sad…….had that thought “I’m all alone.”  Then I played the game and said “That’s alright. She’ll never be pretty as me.”
 
Hey T….I’m putting you on notice….I want a surprise birthday party when I turn 32.  I’ve already told your people down in Dallas. LOL  I have ALWAYS wanted a surprise party y’all.  I’ve thrown two and I want one of my own.  It’s looking like I’mma have to throw my own for that to happen.   So T, I’m telling you and the chicas in Dallas.  By next December I should have forgotten that I told y’all.