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Well, I did it! After 8 weeks of both zumba & boot camp combined, I lost an inch everywhere! Even from my boobies!!! Plus I broke my own personal record of doing 38 sit ups in 2 minutes.

I think what worked so well for me this time is writing down every single thing that went down my gullet. And I learned a valuable lesson: put the fork down, porky!

Christmas was good, my butt looked good in my newish jeans.

I got some cute Betsy Johnson accessories, a new winter coat & a sexy new cardigan.

Size 10 is within my greedy grasp

The Free Wheelin' Phairhead/ Sue B.

As I have stated previously (and please note I don't know how to do a fancy clickable link to an older post of mine, so just pretend like you know what I mean), this is to be The Summer of Sue. I am going out of my way to put myself into uncomfortable situations or doing things I've been afraid of doing.

Last week my office had a staff retreat. It was bitter sweet as 2 of my co-workers are leaving and the 2 AWESOME nuns that run the Transportation for the Sick program are becoming part of the main branch of Catholic Charities. In addition, we all worked on our panel for the AIDS Quilt and spent a lot of time remembering clients we lost.

Good news though, eating vast amounts of food kills grief! Hmmmmmm......... grilled wieners.

The second half of the day was considerably more light hearted. I played a game of Frisbee, even though I suck and am horribly uncoordinated. I said to myself, "Self, nobody gives a fuck that you can't throw a Frisbee. Have fun!" Then we broke into our groups for a mini agency challenge. My team came in 2nd. And I was quite proud of myself as I volunteered to get into the freezing cold drink and kayak. When I was a kid, I went to Girl Scout camp and was pathetic at the row boat and never bothered to learn how to canoe. Seriously, what the fuck is the point? For the test, you HAD to tip the canoe over intentionally and then paddle back to shore w/ a flooded canoe. I pronounce thee, LAME. Anyways, I choose a kayak and a life jacket that fit over my boobs and got to paddling. To my dismay, we were in open kayaks. Basically, I was in a piece of teetering plastic, praying to God that I didn't fall out of the stupid thing. Then I remembered Miss J from Top Model, "grace and posture, grace and posture." I came in an admirable 2nd.

I am now addicted to kayaking. I love love love it. And thankfully enough, my parents have 2 kayaks and I will be forcing Sexybeast out on the lake every weekend this summer.

Awesome Update

Hey, folks! So you may have noticed as of late, that I have not had a proper post in a good long while. Lately, I've been feeling the pressure of adulthood and wistfully pining for the days when I rarely bathed and my worst problem was not being able to decide what to buy from the ice cream man (or as we call him around these parts "Mr. Ding-a-ling").

And what, you may ask, is so all fired important? Well, as I may have mentioned before, I am in the midst of trying to find a new and better paying job. I have been scouring job search engines and sending my resume out like a fiend. Also, I took the county civil service exam for a position at the Schenectady County Department of Social Service, or in lay man's terms, "welfare office".

And my Kia Spectra LS is kaput, I decided not to sink another penny into that dying piece of shit. Which then forced me to purchase a new, or new to me rather, vehicle. I am now the proud owner of a 2002 Honda Accord XL, navy blue leather interior sunroof and 6 CD changer. Swaaaaaanky!!!! Unfortunately, I now have a car payment of 160/month but at least I don't have to worry about breaking down somewhere.

Now I can devote more time to my fiction writing. I started a new short story but the way it's developing, it's now a novel. My publishing friend has encouraged me to send out my last short story for publication. Any pointers on how to go about doing so?

I also promise not to bitch and complain so much and return to my awesome grrly self.