So we might push P90X-travaganza back a few days because Neal has a family emergency. Also, I gave him my DVDs because I have the files on my external harddrive, but I can't seem to locate the program needed to burn (or rip? I get those confused) said files onto DVDs myself. Any suggestions?

In the meantime, I did weigh myself this morning, something I've been avoiding as of late since I've been sorta kinda binge eating. I think it has something to do with getting my period for the first time in about 3 years (don't worry, it's cool). I spent all of yesterday essentially eating candy and ice cream and pizza (which is, sadly, all gone now). E. and I went to the movies last night to see Midnight in Paris at the dollar theatre after Rock Climbing (more on that in a moment). I got a container of apple slices with peanut butter, but I also got Milk Duds and Jolly Rancher Gummies, so.... Anyway, I weighted myself this morning as I said I would, and I am back down to 150. Which means that I've lost 6 pounds in the past 3 weeks or so, by not really doing all that much (remember I've been taking it easy with the yoga, by my standards, because of the shoulder, and have only been out running a few times because it's not really that nice outside, and whatever other excuses I've been feeding you here) and have eating tons of crap food AND tons of good food, which really just means a shit-ton of food.

I suppose if I go to yoga once a week, and go rock climbing once a week, and go for a run once a week, and commute to work by bike 4 days a week, then that's not as bad as I make it out to be. It seems like not that much because I am a powerhouse of energy that doesn't feel satisfied unless I am absolutely killing it in every imaginable sense. But still...6 pounds? I guess the moral of the story is to not give a damn and just like a tea kettle, a watched scale never levels out.

Anyway, so bouldering has been awesome. Yesterday Jayme and I climbed for almost 2 hours, until she tore a big hole in her pinky. The great thing is that every week we are both better. She used to be a really awesome climber back in Colorado, but lucky for me she has been off the wagon for a while. She's really lightweight and has a lot of skill but is just regaining her strength. I am mediumweight (there abouts) and am really strong and have no skill, but need my weight and my strength to balance out so I can get better at the upsidedown hangs and stuff, and my skill is getting better as we go forward just like Jayme's arms are visibly bigger each time we meet. It's really awesome.

So yesterday, it was all new patterns and unlike weeks past, we both were able to climb everything we tried within a couple efforts. Jayme usually could eventually figure it out, even if we had to come back another day, but this time we were both flying up those walls. Even better was that we were attempting harder patterns, lots of upsidedown stuff, walls that are at a negative angle or multiple angles, ankle hooks, and more. Whoo, man this stuff is really fun. I'm hooked. I think bouldering is my official sport of 2012. Which is good, because my sport of 2013 is going to be graffiti so it's good that I'll be proficient at climbing stuff (just kidding, moms and police of the world). Seriously, though, when I break the $40k $20k/year mark, I will buy a month pass to that gym and the next time you see me you'll be all, girl.....eww your arms are like all veiny and stuff.


On a final note that has little to do with lifting weights but a lot to do with midnight, my wonderful husband and I have been watching some movies this week, partially because we don't have much expendable cash and partially (tangentially) because we don't want to go to the bar every time we want to "do something" (that's, you know, not marital). The other day we watched Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, which is an awesome sort of super hero movie that includes a young woman who moves to town from New York because she just couldn't handle New York anymore, who has a bunch of evil exes (no offense) who were all in bands, and who acts without abandon. Funny.

Last night we went to see Midnight in Paris, about a writer who travels back in time to what he perceives as the Golden Age of culture, 1920s Paris (but, like, the Surrealists and American ex-pats, obviously). It had this woman in it who I've been told looks like me - that's right, Marion Cotillard, YOU look like ME, hah! - I spent most of the movie trying to see it (it's in the eyes and cheeks? supposedly?), and sure, standing next to Ernest Hemingway, I suppose I can see it. Though it'd be more accurate if she were putting that cigarette out on his cheek (damn you Hemingway and your vast pronouncements about humanity, you old drunk) (love ya pal). Maybe after I do P90X all the way through and am emaciated, I will look like her. This is also an incentive to not let my hair grow out and dye it like Drew Barrymore. The world needs more faces and hair that can only be appropriate in the 1920s, and I'll be that martyr, if necessary. Also, one last comment about this movie that is becoming increasingly inappropriate for this blog: Kathy Bates as Gertrude Stein was absolutely a perfect casting decision. No one else could have done that role. She was perfect, if not a bit kind.