Why, oh why, are we doing this again?
Oh, you’re in rare form today, huh?
Have you been living under a rock? It’s cold. You can imagine what living in the frozen tundra does to a girl’s mood.
Hey, I’m cold, too. But I felt like it was time for another chat.
Yeah, well, you kind of have to do what I say.
Oh, flexing the muscles, huh, since you’ve been working out like crazy?
Well, I still have virtually no upper body strength, so you’re safe from the “flexing.” But, yeah, I’m loving the regular exercise. It hurts, yes, and my abs cry out for justice, but I feel healthier than I have in a long, long time.
What do you do at the gym?
By and large, I get on the treadmill for 60 minutes and do speed walking with occasional running/jogging. Of late, I’ve been ignoring my distaste of the wannabe bo-hunks hanging in the weights and head back there to also do strength training after my cardio. On days I don’t get a chance to go to the gym, I work out at home.
I thought you were allergic to the workout at home thing.
I feel more motivated now. No videos, though, because that’s just an excuse for me to sit on the couch and watch Jillian Michaels do her thing. Thanks to Pinterest, I’ve come up with some nice routines that I can do.
Are you like a exercise nut now?
What if I were?
Look: I get that you’re obsessed with dying seasons and Lupita and other things, but I cannot take you as a workout nut. Like I cannot.
Would that be so wrong?
Yes. Yes, it would.
Don’t worry, pussycat. Everything within reason. I’ll keep dying seasons and Lupita at the top of the list. It’s just nice to have an active routine and feel better. For someone with a Master’s in Couch Potatory, it’s kind of amazing.
All right. I suppose I can accept that. How have you been dealing with this disrespectfully cold weather?
Double scarves, ear warmers, hats, giant coats, gloves. Like, there’s nothing more to say. It really is disrespectful.
We agree on something. Alert the media.
Oh, the sarcasm rears its head. Good times.
Anyway. What else is new in your life? Started that novel yet?
Um, no. A girl is busy.
So we’ll wait another 10 years for that, then?
Have some faith in me, will you?
Got it. 10 years. Seen any good movies?
The frozen tundra has me in the house. No movies lately.
Hmm. Seems like being in the house should give you plenty of time to be writing that novel.
All right, honey. We’re done here.
Honey? Pussycat? Oh, yeah, we’re so done.
Good. ‘Bye, sweetie.
5 Replies to “About your Author. (Again? For real?)”
The Convos with yourself are hilarious. Truly. (Why is it though that the we are in our heads is usually snarkier, tougher, more direct, seemingly stronger and non tolerant of dumb stuff then our actual selves?!?!? Like if who I am in my head actually ruled me for a day I’d either get a lot done and hurt a ton of feelings or I’d sit home with Netflix and my favorite foods and do absolutely nothing , which wouldn’t be too far from the norm these crazy winter days. Alas I digress)
Kudos to doing anything in this weather. You are officially my shero in addition to being my friend (in my head) (yeah its crowded in there 😉
Lolol, thanks! Glad to have some room there in your head. 🙂 😉 Yeah, it’s not always easy in this frozen tundra, but taking it one day at a time. And I completely agree: our inner selves might be the crankiest people of all time. Hahahaha! If my inner self ran things, I guarantee that I would be both hurting some feelings AND getting my Netflix on. LOL!
Lol!!!! I love her our inner selves should hang one day. Go on a road trip. Visit your world and come to mine.
But then we would have to relocate cuz we’d never be able to face folks again.
And when you said cranky I thought you were about to type Crunkest because that is def the way I describe that “her” (cuz we habe agreed there are several right? Just nod and smile people may be reading this)
I dig her and she def makes cameo appearances. She just tells it (and people) like it is. You gotta respect that. I usually have to filter her though cuz she will get me cut, talked to and stripped of privileges faster then you can say I’m sorry. So yeah. Hi 5 and shout to the erika in my head that filters. She gets no days off.
Sidebar: see what happens when you post late at night and I finally get around to responding to all the posts I’ve read before but was too lazy to type responses to?
Blame it on the weather.
LOL! All good. Comments make me merry. 🙂