I'm on my way...

I've been doing the damn thing lately. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a big fan of the gym. But most times when I do get motivated to go, it only lasts for about a week. Well ladies and gents, I'm proud to say that I have been maintaining my gym schedule pretty good. I go about 3x a week and this is my 3rd week. Maybe I'm trippin but I feel different. Last night I went and I was hightailing it to make it by 6:00 so I could join the Body Pump class, but I had a orthodontist appt at 4:00 and of course they were packed. So I didn't get out until about 6:00 and then had to go home and grab my gym clothes. So I got to the gym about 6:30. I hate walking in on a class when they have already started so I just got on the bike for 30 minutes. Then I did all types of crunches on the machine for the last 30 minutes. I was trying to rush and make it home to see Top Model. I actually ended up missing the first 15 minutes so you know I was pissed. I wanted to see Tyra pass out, but come to find out at the end of the show, it was all staged. Booooo!!!!

I'm determined to drop down 2 dress sizes for my cruise in August. I refuse to even buy a bathing suit until I do. Trust me if I don't drop the lbs, when you see my vacation pictures I'll be wearing a mumu. I've been trying to eat right and exercise every chance I can. I hope it's working. I've started to get myself to stop eating after 7:00. So far its been working (except when I work my pt job b/c then my break is not until around 8:00, so I eat some fruit).

Speaking of my pt job...the butthole manager is gone. Now he's been replaced on my shit list by the Assistant Manager Garrett. I've never really had anything against Garrett other than he is a warden and he takes everything so serious. But Tuesday he pissed me off to the max. So, me and a couple other folks at the job joke and call him "Massa" b/c he's like a slavedriver. He will work your ass to death like you're a salaried employee or something. So the other day when I go to work he has to do my 1 mintute (basically give me the rundown on whats going on in the store) and so he tells me to "Come". I walk over there not really thinking about what he said or how he said it. So I guess b/c I was quiet he thought I was upset at what he said. So he's going off on a tangent talking about "I was just joking". I sitting there thinking "What are you talking about". Then he's like "It's not like I told you to call me Master or something". I just about fell out laughing b/c thats exactly what we call him. So I said, "you know thats what we call you". OH LORD...then he gets all "Manager-like" and says "If I ever hear it I'm writing you up". I'm looking bewildered b/c I'm wondering if he's just joking. So I say "writing me up for what?" He says "Thats insubordination". I laugh b/c its funny. Then I say, "it was just a joke". He says "well I'm not joking" (sidenote: all this time he's not even looking at me). So then I say, "well you've never heard me call you that so how can you write me up" He says, "doesn't matter, you're saying it". I say "you can't write me up for something i say behind your back" (Sidenote: thats my bitch mode that keeps making me want to have the last word). So he says "keep on talking". At this point I have the full angry black girl bitch mode screw face on. And I seriously felt like cursing his nappy headed ass out and telling him to take this job and shove it up his Cosby sweater ass. But instead I ate humble pie and walked away b/c I was 2 seconds from doing it. The rest of the night I really had an attitude. I didn't say NOTHING to him. When he asked me to do stuff I said "yes sir" and I didn't even look at him. I don't give a damn if he writes me up. The first time he does, that will be my last day. I'm not signing shit...I could care less about that job. The only reason I was so mad is b/c when he wants to joke and laugh and play around with you, it's all good. But as soon as you do the same, he wants to act like he's "Manager of the Year".