I noticed when I was driving the other day that my headlight settings seem to be different. I’d always thought it was on “auto,” meaning it turns on and off in response to an external light sensor. But now it was on this dot thing, I have no idea what the dot means, and the second half of the lever was turned on some strange picture. (Did the dealership change it last weekend?) After I got to the gym at lunch yesterday, I sat in the parking lot and looked through my car manual, then turned the dial back to “auto” for headlights, and turned off my foglamps. This made me 20 minutes late for the gym so my trainee and I only managed to get 4 different exercises in (3 sets of 15 each), plus 15 minutes of cardio.

Luckily, Vanessa emailed me in the afternoon inviting me to go to the gym with her in the evening after her acupuncture (*shudder*) appointment is over at 7p. She told me to pick a gym, and I picked Brea. I met her there, James also was there altho he worked out separately, and I’d called Vicky to go, too, but she didn’t show and didn’t call to let us know. *kick* It’s okay, we didn’t really expect to see her anyhow. We hit the weight floor probably about 8p and it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the other gyms we’ve been to! I guess New Year’s resolutions don’t hold as strongly in that area of Orange County. Aside from some chicks who have their hair done and are wearing full faces of makeup (why do they do that, btw? do they not plan on sweating, ever?), almost everyone there appeared to be gym regulars, going methodically machine to machine pumping iron to increase their already over-exercised proportions. The three of us stood around talking about what we’re going to do next; James hadn’t eaten dinner, Vanessa had a bowl of oatmeal before her acupuncture (*shudder*), and I had a couple bowls of soup. Vanessa opted to hit the cardio machine again, so James and I went to pick up some Lee’s Sandwiches, which we consumed in front of his giant TV while watching TiVo’ed episodes of South Park, grimacing as the hard-toasted bread cut into our gums and mouth-roofs upon every bite and the jalapenos seared every new injury.

Mr. W, from what I learned driving home from work yesterday, had planned to game the entire night with his brother and eat fast food. Basically, a bachelor’s evening. My bachelorette evening was hanging out with friends and working out, and eating relatively healthy. I’m pretty happy about that.

This evening: belly dancing with my coworker under her instructor for the first time. I’m kinda excited. She says her instructor gives a good workout and that I’m guaranteed to sweat, and that she’s always tired and sweaty after these sessions. My belly dancing instructor, I felt, was kind of tame in the exercise department. Now I get to see whether it’s just the instructor, or whether belly dancing just doesn’t do it as cardio for me.