weekend summary

this is likely to be boring, so prepare yourself:

Friday night: did nothing! and it was great.

Saturday: brunch at hank's oyster bar (usually very good, but this time my eggs were hard and the coffee was kind of weak. poo on that...), followed by a bike ride in and around georgetown with ashby (saw the new-ish DC trader joe's for the first time), followed by near heat stroke from riding in the blazing hot city; used some store-bought hair dye to get rid of uneven sun-bleaching and related roots; BATMAN at the IMAX theatre in dulles, VA - part of the new air and space museum annex (man, it was good...).

Sunday: made some bread in the bread machine; finished the knitting of maddie's sweater; lazed about the house; went to the UMd gym to renew my membership and swam at the pool; had first "summit meeting" with scott, regarding beginning stages of wedding planning - yay!

so that was my action packed weekend. since i finally RE-joined the university gym, i am going tonight. my first visit back after a long long hiatus. i always dread the first time back after a long absence. i feel like everyone can tell at first glance: ill-fitting, too-tight gym clothes; clumsy movements in unfamiliar tennis shoes; shifty, suspicious eyes. these are all telling signs of a guilty return to the gym. oh well. it's gotta happen sometime. time to get it over with. *sigh*

it shouldn't be so hard. but all afternoon i've been having a dialog in my head about it: "nah, i could just leave my gym bag here at work, and go tomorr... NO! GAH! well... i really do have some things to do after work, i should.... NO! FORGET IT! MUST GO TO GYM! i will have to forcibly drag myself to my car, and fight with the steering wheel to make it over to the gym. sadly, once i get there it will be fine, i'll have a great time, and i'll look back and wonder what the heck is wrong with myself. but until then, i'll be gut-punching my conscience for the rest of the day.

really, the only motivators at this point are these two visions: 1) trying on wedding dresses in a cavernous changing salon, which involves standing in my underpants on a raised stage, holding up my boobs, in front of a tri-fold mirror while an old skinny lady puts dresses on my body (it happens! i've seen it done!), and b) fidgeting down the sunlit aisle in a too-tight white dress that shows my too-tight underwear line, with slumps of fat lounging over each side of the strapless dress.

because as i am noticing, almost ALL new wedding dresses are strapless. why? i have a minimal chest and can't be expected to hold up a heavy dress. plus i don't want to have to worry about yanking on it in public. i've got some plans to get around this dress design flaw, but i figure it can't hurt to tone up a smidge while i'm at it.