If you need me, I'll be at the gym, trying to get back to my fighting weight

In 2007, Cat and I went to the gym 138 times. That is pathetic my friends...Pathetic! (And so is the fact that I keep of log of gym utilization). And I suppose that over 100 of those were before September, because we were really laggin' in the last quarter. Anyways, that amounts to:

38% gym utilization
$4 per gym visit
2.6 times per week

While the statistics aren't TOO bad, I know we can do better! Let's be realistic and set a gym resolution for 2008.

Increase gym utilization by 10% (everyone says 10% is the way to go, way to increase mileage when training, 10% initial goal when losing weight, etc.)

That brings us to:
152 gym visits in 2008
42% gym utilization
$3.55 per gym visit
3 times per week

That sounds pretty good, and while 3 times per week is considered average, Cat and I are more on the schedule of 5 times one week, 0 the next. We'll try to be more consistent this year. And of course our goal will be to surpass the goal of 152 visits!

120 lbs, here I come!



xoxo, Max

Mass texts = Massholes

What is with these guys and their mass texts? Only guys like to mass text, and it's so obnoxious. We all know we're not special, that you're sending that message out to everyone, so why even bother? It doesn't make us feel warm and fuzzy inside to know that you can hit "Send all" and then write "mrry xmas to u" We don't jump up and down, "OH YES! He wants me to have a Merry Christmas! What a great guy!"

This Christmas, I got 6 texts wishing me a Merry Christmas. 3 of those were not in my phone, so I received Christmas "greetings" from someone so unimportant I either decided to delete their number, or never put it in my phone to begin with. So, the question is, what goes through these people's minds? Do they seriously select all? (For the record, Cat's phone does not have that option, and mine fools you into thinking you can select all, but then has an error sign saying max you can send to is 10). Are they going through the phone list thinking "Oh yea, haven't talked to Maxi in years, but I think I'll wish her a Merry Christmas." It's just ridiculous. I never get these mass texts from real friends, just some jerk offs that I don't have their number, or that I do still have their number but rarely talk to.

Another side effect that has come from these mass texts, is I'm overly paranoid that every text, unless it specifically says "Maxi" in it, is a mass text, so I don't reply. Heck, I don't want to be that fool that replies back to your "u out" text.

So, in summary, if you are guilty of that heinous crime of mass texting, just say NO! No one's impressed, no one thinks you care, no one wants to get all excited thinking someone texted them just to find out it's your fool ass, and more importantly, no one wants to reply just to find out they were played a fool when they invariably find out it was sent to all.

Mass texting due to emergencies, etc., are permitted, but only if coming from reliable source or in a case of a true emergency "d00dz, hit me @ crnr bar ths place is the shiznit" does not count as an emergency.

Is this really happening?

Did I for real wake up at 7AM, only to hit the snooze until 7:45. Then when I finally decided to get out of bed, there was no hot water. I made a face and proceeded to wash my face in stinging, cold water. I'm not wearing make-up, and I'm not wearing dress slacks. I was relieved to see that one of the other women in the office was also wear jeans. I'm just not in the mood.

Here comes .25 billable hours for my half day at work.

The Twelve (additional) Inches of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my toffee gave to me
More fatness on my belly

On the second day of Christmas, my cookies gave to me
Two more chins
And the fatness on my belly

On the third day of Christmas, my egg nog gave to me.....



And the story goes on. Anyway, I ended up 10 pounds heavier and 12 additional inches all over my body. Yikes! What am I going to do? New Year's resolutions means it's time to go hardcore and get this body back into shape. Don't I want to give the Drug Rep something memorable to see this first time? Or am I trying to keep the lights off for a few months until I can tone my tush?

<2 Cat

Ho-Ho-Holiday Party

Tonight is our office party and the office will close early so we can get ready. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm delighted we'll be getting out early, but really, what are these people doing? Getting their hair done up like for a wedding? Ha! I will just die if anyone comes in like that.

Cat and I are going, but we see the office party more as a pre-game to the real fun - going out afterwards with everyone when we're all liquored up. That truly is the best. I think in some offices, the party might be better, but our office is full of married boring people. And yes, many of the married boring people are our age, 24-30. Really, how terrible. (Refer to earlier post about marrying young). Anyways, there's not a lot of opportunity to get rowdy, dirty dance and make out with OC. It's just not that type of office (unfortunately I might add).

After the office party last year, Cat, Chicago, and I went out and had the best time. That's when I met the coach. So, I'm a little nostalgic, I will admit. But I'm ready to go out and par-tay this year. I'm super excited about my outfit too. I'm wearing a typical cocktail dress, but it's turquoise instead of black. And I'm wearing my super hot red patent leather pumps with a new patent leather clutch I bought. Seriously, I'm loving it. Unfortunately I feel a little fat and bloated now though. Pizza for lunch, ugh, what was I thinking!? I'm the world's worst when I'm feeling fat. Hopefully I can de-bloat by 7.

xoxo, Maxi

For Whom the Smell Tolls

It's one of those days where I feel like doing nothing. I had left over Mexican from dinner with Mary last night. I heated up the flautas and plopped my ass on the sofa. However, as lazy as I'm feeling, I still wanted to write this blog.

This afternoon as I was walking from my car to my apartment I experienced several smells within the short two block walk. First, I smelled a cheap red wine. As I rounded the block I caught a whiff of tobacco. What's with the odor of vices? I imagine d a bum sitting in a doorstep indulging himself in this unseasonably warm weather. As I continued down the block I thought I smelled the Industial sandwhich, one of my favorites the local deli across the street. At my arrival to my apartment the last smell I reveled in was the delicious, intoxicating flavors of Thai cooking. I'm glad that the smells ended up being a little bit better than the one before.

When the Cat's Away...

...Maxi is very sad.

I'm going through some major Cat withdrawals. She went up to visit her gramma and cousins and all that for Christmas. And I suppose that's allowed, but I had a very boring weekend, and here it is 8:30 am on Monday and it looks like I'm actually going to start working at 8:30 instead of piddling away a good 1/2 hour talking about the shenanigans that is our life. Not that I have any shenanigans, I can't believe how boring I've become lately. Oh well, maybe 2008 will bring some good times!