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My Life Thus Far
2009-04-04 08:46:14 (UTC)

Rich Bitch

I had a really great day, but I'm so tired right now the
last thing I feel like doing is writing. I'm ready for
bed. I would write in the morning, but I've planned a busy
day for myself tomorrow, so I'll go ahead and write
tonight. I've conditioned myself to do exactly that
anyhow.

When I woke up this morning I had the feeling that today
was going to be a difficult day - one I'd have to drag
myself through. There was no good reason to feel that way.
So, instead of letting that negativity predispose me into
a bad day, I chose to will myself into having a good day.
Positive thinking is powerful if you let it be. Tell
yourself anything long enough and you'll start to believe
it's true. It changes how you think about everything,
really.

My workout went by really fast today. I always do 60
minutes on the Arc Trainer. Some days it feels like twice
as long, other days it flies by. Today was a quick day. By
Friday I'm usually worn out and don't feel as motivated,
but today I was feeling really good. I've lost two pounds
this week. That's all the motivation I need :)

I had another awkward sauna moment today. I really wish
the sauna wasn't co-ed. So, I was sitting in there by
myself, reading a magazine someone had left in there when
a scrawny white guy came in. I didn't pay him any
attention, but I could see out of the corner of my eye
that he kept looking at me. After a few minutes he
asked "do you live in Jackson Park?" My first reaction
was "oh crap, I hope he's not a stalker". For a very
average-looking girl I seem to attract them. I said yes
and he said "I thought you looked familiar, I've delivered
pizza to you a few times." I thought that would be the end
of it, but instead he talked made small-talk for 10
minutes, asking me questions (how often I come, how long
I've been coming, what my husband does, is he gone). If
trying to lose weight wasn't motivation enough not to
order pizza, then running the risk of him coming to my
door again is good enough. He was a nice guy, but men
don't exist to me right now. Especially ones that show
even the slightest interest.

As everyone in my life knows, I've got a bitch-streak. As
hard as I try to be a kinder, gentler person there is
still an inner bitch that rears her ugly head at times.
Today wasn't one of those days. I was very friendly. But I
got called a bitch anyway. A rich bitch at that! As I was
walking into work, two teenaged girls were walking past.
One of them looked me up and down with a great deal of
contempt, then just as we were about to pass she
said "rich bitch". I couldn't help but smile. It's sad how
judgemental people can be. I guess looks can be deceiving.
I take pride in my appearance and I try to look my best
whenever possible. I was only dressed for work, I don't
think I looked rich (black slacks, a lovely black Michael
Kors blouse, my black beaded necklace made by a Malawi
woman and patent leather ballet flats). Then there was the
new Coach bag and the Starbucks latte. Rich? No. Well put
together? Yes.

I used to be VERY materialistic. I had the credit card
debt to prove it, but that's in the past. I'm much more
conscientious of my spending now. I still love nice
things, but my credit cards have been retired. If we can't
afford it, then I don't get it. It's as simple as that.
Besides, I'd rather have a few lovely pieces than a bunch
of stuff I don't really need or appreciate. We're not
rich - comfortably middle class, but it's possible to look
nice no matter what your clothing budget may be.

I need to go to bed now. I've got plans for tomorrow. I'm
hoping the back yard will be dry so I can get the grass
cut. It's starting to look shabby back there and it's
bothering me. Ciao.




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