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Another Lazy Sunday

I'm sitting at cafe in Hollywood, where I'm taking advantage of the free Internet access. It's not too hot, but it is warmer than my usual spot, Starbucks. However, what this place lacks in frigidity it more than makes up for in fascinating scenery. I'm enjoying the view of the Hollywood Hills and the various and sundry aspiring actors/writers/etc. that are walking through the door.

For me, this is a chance for me to get used to being in the environment I really want to be in. I want to be one of those aspiring folks. I want to get to a place within myself where I can get over myself enough to fulfill my destiny. Places like this give me an opportunity to observe the life I was meant to live.

One of the things I'm struck by is the thinness of the people here. Most of the folks here probably weigh about two pounds a piece. While I know that I don't have a two-pound future in front of me, I've DEFINITELY got to get some of this weight off me.

This time last year, I was the smallest I've been in my adult life. I was working out like a fiend and eating right. While my money still wasn't where I needed it to be, I had paid my major bills off for the summer and it felt good.

This year has been the total flipside. Between Mom's seizure in December, Granny's death, and this apartment fiasco, I'm doing good not to need a padded cell. My eating habits are atrocious, and I can't really remember the last time I stepped foot inside a gym.

All that madness will change tomorrow. I'm getting myself back together. Even though I'm not out of the woods yet, it's time for me to get with the program that'll get me back to my old self. When it's time for my close-up, I want to be ready.

First thing on the agenda: hitting the gym at 6:00am for spin class. Normally I'd go at 9:00, but my full-time schedule kicks in and I'll have to be on my grind earlier. Because I know myself, I know it's better for me to workout in the morning, and spin is the only class offered at that time of day. So I'll pedal myself into shape. Again.

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