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My Life Thus Far
2006-01-10 21:41:50 (UTC)

A Sex-Related Crisis

Last night, Snookie and I had a huge scare. Of course,
it's a sex-related crisis, because most of our problems
are. We were having sex on the kitchen counter (which is
the perfect height for Snookie, him being so tall and
all). It was going great, until Snookie finished, pulled
out and realized that the condom had broken. I've heard
this could happen, but I never though it would happen to
me. I always thought it was something you could feel
happen. Like, a rubber band smacking you in the wrist,
only in a much more sensitive location and you can stop
what you're doing when it happens, but in all actuality, I
didn't feel a thing, not until Snookie released his load
and I could feel his fluids inside of me (too graphic?
Sorry). That's not a sensation I've been feeling lately,
so it caught my attention. Of course, Snookie panicked. I
didn't, because I knew my period was LONG overdue and
would eventually come and all would be right in the world.
It was only a matter of time. Well, today after my killer
workout (more on that later) I undressed to shower and
discovered that my brand new white Victoria Secret thong
was now not so white. Good thing I carry tampons with me
at all times. I was relieved to see Aunt Flow and so was
Snookie. Crisis averted.

Now back to my workout: I KICKED BUTT! Because we had
dinner at the Olive Garden last night (with a huge piece
of pumpkin cheesecake for dessert) I felt that I needed to
pay homage to the gym-Gods and do a really good workout.
Snookie didn't have work today, so he went with me (moral
support more than anything. He sat on the stationary bike
for an hour and a half, hardly pedaling. He didn't even
break a sweat). I did the elliptical machine, the
treadmill and the stationary bike (for about 10 minutes,
it hurt my butt sitting on it) and I burned an amazing 950
calories in 90 minutes. I think that would be considered a
good workout. I'm already seeing the results. I've got
more muscle definition in my legs and my back and abs are
stronger. I haven't lost much weight, but I know that's
because I'm gaining muscle weight and they're balancing
eachother out. I must admit, though. I'm looking better
(and slimmer) because I'm tightening up. The numbers on
the scale aren't the end-all-be-all of success. The way I
look and feel counts for something, too.

Well, I'm going to go plug away at the laundry. I'm making
more of it now that I've got sweaty gym clothes to wash
everyday :) Ciao.




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