Oh happy Friday, heading into a long weekend after a serious dry-spell of any time off. Time off for some, I'm sure, means a break from it all - for me, a break from work is enough. Any time not spent working I can spend with my great boyfriend doing anything or nothing at all, or at my great gym, taking my great classes, or on my great running trail. Don't really need to go anywhere new or do anything crazy - just plain ol' not giving up myself to the giant work-machine will do fine. Here's what's making me especially happy today:
Okay I love bagels, but those humongous family-sized dough lumps don't exactly jibe with this one-small-person-with-one-pound-left-to-lose-thing I've got going on, and I am thrilled now to be able to have my bagels AND cream cheese, and yes, you guessed it, eat them too. The Fro Yo? Well that just speaks for itself, does it not?
Now since the office closed early today, I got to spend my whole lunch hour in my most favorite step aerobics class with the craziest instructor I've ever loved. She just got back from a big fitness convention in LA and brought back many new and wonderful fitness toys for us to experience. Today we did a 20-minute interval set running from one end of the room to the other using mini inflated balls for jump squats, up-downs... I don't know if there are even words to describe some of those techniques, but I think they may have been developed as torture methods at Alcatraz. You can just call me Kelly Stockholm Sullivan, 'cause I LOVE IT ALL, the pain, the sweat, the high! And thanks Athleta and Nike for you're ever-wonderful gear, spokeswomen and ad campaigns. They occupy my refrigerator door.
Next up, Fall = football. 'Nuff said. Except that's not exactly 'nuff - with the lock out, and NO DAMN NEWS in the lock-out-off-season, I'm pretty durn (not a typo) clueless as to what's going on. I spent some time today trying to get to know my fantasy team... a few old veterans, and a bunch of whoosy-whatsits I've never heard of. Oh and thank you, Cedric Benson, for getting yourself thrown in jail... I know, I know, you play for the NFL, you should be able to punch whomever you want, but life just doesn't work that way. Apparently you're predicted to do horribly anyway. Know what else? Just ot add insult to injury, none of my Seahawk jerseys belong to current team members anymore. What. Ever.
What else... oh September, beckoning fall wardrobe staples... what am I loving right now? J Crew and Madwell, of course... what's extra sweet? How about sizes 4 and xs?? Oh hells yeah. Dangerous, I know, but I didn't even remember how much I loved clothes until getting to a size where so much more is available to me! Fast approaching, the lovely season of pea coats and scarves and hats and gloves and all things layered. Pieces in every spectrum of the orange rainbow, from vibrant flame to pumpkin! And yellow! RED! With all the beautiful blacks and grays, charcoals, chocolates and olives. MMmmmnnnnn. That's my deliciously-anticipating-fall-clothes sound. I love the word "bundled."