Motivation

I'm sitting on my floor and my body is t-i-r-e-d. I've in Week 2 of P90x and I've worked out every day (with thursday as my rest) included getting up at 5:30am to do the dreaded Core workout the morning after a show and before I had two client meetings. Let's just say I slept very well that night.

My theory was that I would somewhat watch what I eat, but wouldn't go nuts. After all, if I wasn't working out at all before, just adding the heavy sweat-inducing, heart pumping, muscle fatiguing workouts into my life would clearly melt the pounds away, right? Notsomuch. Gained 1/2 a pound. I blame Aunt Flo, honestly. . .and hopefully this week will be more promising. We shall see!

Also, I know nobody wants to think about this right now, but we're about a month away from the Fall TV premieres and I'll be doing my usual watching the pilot (or 2nd ep. . .depending) and blogging about it. Join me, won't you?

Right now I'm enjoying my three days a week of mind goo: Big Brother. Yeah, the people are total troglodytes, but I enjoy it. We all have our vices.

"Here he is folks, the leader of the plaque!""

Should I be concerned that whenever I go to the dentist, songs from Little Shop of Horrors run through my head?

For longer than I'm willing to admit, I've had this root canal that needs to be redone (root canal = fun! 2 = so much fun!). I went to the endodontist today for my consultation (side note: I like saying "endodontist"). Well, turns out my time with him would be short-lived, and I would learn another fun word: periodontist. He enters the room saying "I'm going to yell at you." Sweet. Bring it on. Better now than when you're poking my open mouth with sharp things. Luckily, his version of yelling and my version are verrrrryyyy different. They can't do the root canal because I waited too long, so now they have to extract the tooth and give me an implant. Explain to me again why he needs to "yell" at me? Maybe he should yell "Yippee!! 4 grand in my pocket! Whooooo!! Thanks for waiting sucka!!"

After hearing in graphic detail what he would need to do and the possibility that I would need to be sedated if I got to squirmy during the procedure (sedated?!), I got to meet with another woman: The Director of Oral Surgery Role Play. She has a ton of plastic models and shows you exactly what they do with metal rods and stuff. . .and the price tag. So not excited about that part.

Then I got shipped off to the reception area where I learned all about how much my insurance would cover (answer: next to none of it).

I also learned that once this is taken care of, I'll have a ton more energy. So, lookout world!


They're standing tall on the wings of their dreams.