I could really use a massage right now. I've been spending too much time at my computer at home lately, and my body is protesting.

This morning at the gym, I had to use two BOSUs at the same time. The Reporter lady was working out too. She asked me, "are you using both of them?" I told her yes, but she could work in with my sets. (The etiquette at my gym is HORRIBLE...even from the people who work there. People just use equipment that's lying around, and the mirror hogs are the worst! And why must people talk on their cell phones in the gym?)

Then she just replied, "I need to use them, and I am on a tight schedule!" Well, good for you, lady -- not my problem. I already told her in my fake-nice voice that she could just grab one of them whenever she needed it. That is what working in with me means.  Like I have all day to be at the gym either. She ended up asking someone working there to grab her another one. 

And she was a noisy one, too. She did sets of 20 reps. How did I know?? She counted OUT LOUD.

I've started eating lunch at work away from my desk. It's Mr. National Geographic Shoes' fault. I take too long. I must limit my lunches to one hour, unless I go out to eat. I guess he was serious about going out to eat once a week! We were going to go out tomorrow, but we changed our minds. He also asked about seeing The Breakup. Maybe his girlfriend will join us??