My bathroom is really small and there’s no fan to remove the steam, so it gets pretty humid in there. For the past few days, since it’s been warmer, I’ve waited until I got to work to put on my make-up, because it would just melt if I put it on at home. This morning I got to work, sans cosmetics, dark circles under my eyes and weird red blotches (sorry, forgot the name already lol) still on my face. I was out of cash so I went down to the 2nd floor to use the ATM. That one was being serviced so I grudgingly went to the first floor to use that ATM. But, without cash, I wasn’t getting my coffee and bagel!

I was waiting for my moola when I heard, “Hey!” … and OF COURSE it’s MM. This is the first time I have seen him at work … and it’s been over two months. Great. Apparently he didn’t mind my hideous appearance because we chatted for a while in the lobby (about the Wonder Twins, no less) then he asked me for dinner. He said he was available “Tonight, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday …” lol We settled on next Tuesday.

I had a great workout with the trainer today. Despite my paltry exercising, the 10 weeks I’ve been working out with her once a week have made a difference, as I can tell in my strength and stamina. Today she made me use 25 lb. dumbells for a couple of arm exercises. Holy fuck, that’s heavy. For the second set, she let me use the weighted bar … probably because I was tired, my form was off and she was afraid one of the dumbells was going to end up on her foot!

She’s so sweet, I thought she was going to cry when I told her that last week, when we climbed the stairs, I didn’t even really notice, even though it was 2 or 3 flights. No huffing or puffing. And she’s already doing research into what we can do after my surgery. $200 for 10 sessions is a chunk of change for me but I need someone to push me … because left to my own devices, my ass is parked on the couch.

I forgot that I told my friend D. that I would go to a fundraiser at her church tomorrow night; Chris and I were going to bail then we felt guilty. So, I’ll be driving to the Ville afterwards and arrive about 11, hopefully. This thing starts at 7, and if it’s not over by 9, I’m leaving anyway. Gotta see mah bitches.