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DDR Circuits

On November 13, 2009

So what did I do instead? I think the title says it all. I wanted to take the awesome from the 30 day shred and convert it into something I could do sans DVD with my own twist on things.

I present to you, DDR circuits (version 1):

1 song warmup

1 song + 1 minute strength, rinse and repeat 12 times

1 more song

1 song cooldown

The exercise list:

Arms – traveling pushups, 10 lb chest flys, plank flys, lat raises

Abs – bicycles, double crunches, supermans, and plank twists

Legs/arms – squat and press, lunge and hammer curl, front rows with military press, side arm raises with calf raises.

You’ll recognize most of this from the 30 Day Shred (minus the last legs and arms exercise I concocted all on my own).

The verdict? I did about 3/4 of a normal 30 minute DDR session, burning about 3/4 of the calories. I got through a normal strength session worth of 12 exercises. It took about 50 minutes, where that workout would usually take about an hour and a quarter, minimum, so bonus. However, it felt…underwhelming. It was too easy. I’ll reserve judgment for tomorrow, but it felt like a nice light workout. Totally not on par with a shred. I’m not giving up however.

I present to you, DDR circuits (version 2):

5 song warmup

2 strength exercises – 3 mins total

2 songs

1 ab exercises for 1 minute

x 4 total

5 song cooldown

Same exercise list.

Basically, this is Jillian’s 3-2(ish)-1 ratio

Verdict: the ratio rules. I feel worked just like a shred without any of the heel pain. This will probably make up a good amount of my cross training days during half training. Its a full strength and cardio workout in less than an hour.

And on that note, I’m going to disconnect from lappy and enjoy the rest of my (pre-planned) hookey day. It’s about 75 and sunny and I think I need to find somewhere outside to soak it up.

Have a lovely weekend!

An Untimely, Shreddy, End

By Quix

On November 12, 2009

In Uncategorized

The 30 Day Shred Experiment is over.

Not because I’m a wuss (though I have to keep telling myself that). Not because the workout was too hard. It was challenging workout for sure, but I was able to get through it. Not because I hated seeing Jillian’s smug mug every day saying the same cheeseball lines about “gargling my heart” or “replacing hours phoning it in at the gym”. Not because it got boring doing the same damn thing over and over each day.

Just about the only thing that could break me did – I found myself yesterday *thisclose* to an injury. When I first started running I had a lot of heel problems. I had to take 2 weeks off (which literally almost drove me crazy) because each step doing something more poundy than just walking hurt like the dickens. Of course, I’ve gotten over this. I haven’t felt heel pain minus an odd tinge in about a year and a half. Until Jillian came into my life.

The first week wasn’t so bad. In fact, the overwhelming pain was leg muscles, and it was the “hurt-so-good” pain. So I kept on. Week 2 wasn’t too bad either. However, I think my feet started to be sensitive as by the end of it, I REQUIRED new shoes. I’ve been wearing the old ones to shred and honestly, nothing really seems wrong with them now. Week 3, I only made it through 4 days and started to feel some mild heel pain. Figure it would go away. This week didn’t start so badly, but yesterday morning, I had to quit during the WARMUP because my heels were killing me.

If you know me, I do not quit workouts. Starting sometimes is an issue but when I’m suited up, I’m just about unstoppable.

After considering the options, I decided that Jillian everyday was not going to work for me. Not with running and DDR too, and I don’t want to give those up. My heels were still mildly sore today, so I avoided running, but was able to DDR without a problem, even the super jumpy songs. This doesn’t mean I’ll never shred again, but I cannot see doing it every day. Apparently my heels aren’t tough enough.

So, my half-assed review follows:

Weight lost: Hard to say because I fluctuate so much, but I will say that when I started, my weight was between about 155-158. I’m now stabilizing around 154-155 this week with a low last week of 152.8. I would have liked to say that this was the month where I kicked the 150’s to the curb, but I just didn’t have it together.

Inches lost: I totally misplaced my measuring tape, but I found another way to tackle this problem. Huge progress here. I had one pair of jeans that were in the “a little tight but wearable-ish”, and one pair that would barely button at the beginning of the month (both size 6s). I am happy to report that both pairs are now in my regular rotation (though the too tight to button, I do have to take care which shirts I wear with them as they are suuuuper low rise).

Pictures come later – I took befores, and I am going to take afters tomorrow or on a day I don’t feel so bloated. 🙂

The good:

I feel stronger. I haven’t felt stronger like this in a while. Through my half training my weights and reps stopped increasing and I just haven’t been motivated to do a big push on this since. While I was only using 7 lb weights during most of the videos (occasionally I’d switch to my 3 lb ones on the second set if I was hurting), it definitely worked me over.

I discovered I needed to work some muscles I wasn’t. I had been neglecting the squats and lunges for a long time, and had convinced myself that running worked them just fine. Not so. The first day convinced me of that when I was having trouble sitting down and getting up the next day after a 20 minute workout.

I had been shying away from dual moves (for example, lunges with hammer curls instead of just doing hammer curls). Now I know that I’ll get worked over much faster by doing two things at the same time. I mean, duh, right? Not sure why I didn’t get this before.

I have fallen in love with circuits! I dig the idea of mixing strength, cardio, and abs into one simultaneous workout.

My short distance running has VASTLY improved. My easy 5ks have gone from 30-ish to 27-28ish and I did a 25 minute tempo run two days ago and got 3 miles under my belt. My goal was a 5k under 25 minutes and this takes me so damn close. I haven’t done a timed mile in a while but I bet I could shatter my 7:17 record. Shredding was also a fantastic warm up for running. If I had an hour, I did a shred and then immediately hit the pavement for a 5k.

I feel slimmer. I may not weigh much less than I did a month ago, but putting on those skinny jeans and having them fit felt GREAT.

Traveling pushups. ‘Nuff said.

The bad:

It just felt wrong to do the same workout 5 days in a row. If my heel hadn’t acted up, I totally would have been down for doing alternating levels, but doing the same workout 5 days in a row? Totally boring and bad for the muscles, imo.

I didn’t look forward to it at all most days. There were some mornings it took me an extra few minutes to get out of bed because I didn’t want to shred. It was definitely a “get through this” part of the workout and not a “hey cool I get to do this” part.

Anyone else just fucking hate jumping jacks?

The ugly:

As detailed above, I got really close to a heel injury. No bueno at all.

However, I really enjoyed what I did today, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to hear about it. Yes, I know I’m awful.

So I want to know – anyone gonna go shred after my review? Ever found a great exercise that works wonders but your body just didn’t like it? Who wants to call me a wuss for not finishing my last few days? Any shredders and runners see a huge improvement in times like I did? Hit me up.

Pictures from fukung.net, that don’t have anything to do with anything but made me laugh. 🙂

On Fitting an Elephant in a Teacup

By Quix

On November 10, 2009

In Uncategorized

Life feels a lot like this lately. Sometimes I miss being so megamaniacally (my made up word, deal) focused on ONE BIG THING because it was easy to ignore all those awesome and time consuming possibilities on the horizon. All that mattered in my life was my Zliten, and work. Everything else was completely trivial. If I didn’t get groceries one week, we just got takeout. We rarely got invited out and we weren’t generally expected to show up. Hobbies? I listed them on my resume as playing games (usually testing out what I was working on), swimming (I would occasionally walk downstairs and jump in the pool to cool off), web design and art (it had been YEARS), anime and sci fi (watching while working). My friends, I was a 4.0 student that had no extracurricular activities.

Now, my life is completely different. I’m like that kid with the middling GPA that doesn’t try very hard in class but gets by, but is president of the glee club, in student council, plays on the soccer team, and also knits afghans for the homeless in quilt club. For example, this week, I have just about every hour outside work mapped out. Yesterday was catching up on my novel, dinner, and cleaning the bedroom. It was naaaaasty (said like Clevland). Today I ran and shredded before work, now work, lunch out, work, obtain groceries for party food, novel, then bed. The rest of the week doesn’t get much better. It’s all pretty much diet hell as well unless I remain a pillar of motivation and stability. This last week was my reprieve, and I did alright. This week, it’s on like donkey kong. Battle Royale of Quix vs Too Much Food And Booze.

I always spend some time self negotiating here. The fight between lazy self and truthy self. “Why not quit NaNoWriMo?” says lazy. “It’s a busy month and it’s your first time trying. You’ve got a good start. Give yourself six months and see if you can get it done by then.”

Then, truthiness self steps up. “No! You always say you want to be a writer. If you give this up, you know you’ll lose steam and it will be just one more failed manuscript. It’s one month. It’s 50,000 words. You blog about half that in a month. Suck it up, buttercup!”

Truthiness self is totally right and lazy pouts.

“Well, then something’s gotta give, right?” Lazy says. “Maybe I should just cut down the exercising. I’ve done 3 weeks of shredding, that’s enough right?”

Truthiness self pounds her fist down on the proverbial table. “Ok, let’s stop when you’re finally having the first results you’ve seen in months. And let’s not even begin to entertain the thought of letting go of your eating.”

“But-” Lazy protests. Stupid mind reading truthiness self.

“Hey – you know as well as I do. It takes no extra time to control your portions and choose healthy things from the menu. No excuse.”

Lazy is totally pouting here. This could have been her excuse to order some really awesome greaseball food at the company event on Wednesday, the outing Friday, and completely go crazy Saturday night at the party. “Who would blame me? I’m totally busy this week. Busy people eat junk food, right?”

Truthy rolls her eyes at Lazy. “Other busy people eat junk food. YOU are better than that. YOU know that all that noise is comfort eating. YOU know your body feels better when you don’t consume junk.”

Lazy grumbles. “Fine, I give. So what’s the deal. What do I do?”

Truthy gets a little too close (come on, personal space, self!) and looks Lazy in the eyes. “Like I said, suck it up, buttercup. You want to write this novel. You want to lose this weight. You want to maintain this fitness. You planned this party this weekend. These are all things you want to do. WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT THE ABUNDANCE OF AWESOME THINGS GOING ON THIS WEEK?”

Lazy wipes this spit off her face. Truthy is a little enthusiastic sometimes. “You are so right. I just need to get on with myself and do it.”

Truthy smiles and pats Lazy on the butt. “Good kid. Now get out there.” Not entirely sure why my hard ass self is trying to do an impression of my middle school gym teacher, but there you go. Welcome to my head.

What I need to remember is that there is never a goddamn good time to do anything. When I started doing this healthy living thing, I was surrounded by people (minus the Zliten who was trying to do it with me) that were either ambivalent, skeptical, or unsupportive. I cannot think of a good time in the last 3 years to have written a novel. I can’t think of a month that hasn’t been a whole lot of crazy. Last spring was not a particularly good time to start training for a half marathon. In fact, heat training sucked. I never got surrounded by this healthy living bubble that made it all easy. This morning I was accosted by a cupcake the size of one my shrunken buttcheeks in the break room, but I didn’t give in.

Things may have been simpler then when I only cared about one thing, but when I took the blinders off and saw the rest of my life in ruination, I knew that I had to bring back some balance, some harmony, some remedy to all-work-and-no-play makes Quix a fat evil genius-wannabe. Between discovering that there was indeed life outside of work and shedding approximately one petite human being from my physical mass, the blinders were way off and my head was up in the clouds, dreaming about all these new awesome things I could do.

I’m good at the dreaming. What I need practice at is the doing. It’s easy to make excuses that life is too busy, and you’ll wait for a better time to start working out, start that novel, start cooking dinner instead of getting take out, take a clogging class, etc. I’m here to tell you now – your life is not going to get any easier. Unless you have extreme circumstances (aka, you work crazy hours for 3 months and then have 3 months off, or something similar), there is NO GOOD TIME to start something. You just need to decide to grab time by the huevos, look it squarely in the eyes, and tell it that you’re going to be watching it closely, making sure that it doesn’t slip away.

So there you have it. I am going to make it through this crazy busy week, my writing is not going to suffer, my workouts are not going to suffer, and I am going to make the healthiest choices I can out and about this week. I am not going to sacrifice sleep, and I am not going to get stressed about it. There are 24 usable hours in each day, I just need to make the most of the waking ones for the time being.

Bursting On The Scene

By Quix

On November 9, 2009

In Uncategorized

I am sort of a schism of emotions today. Mostly good ones but I digress. Let’s get on with it:

Movin’ on down:

This morning I started the week at 154.8. This is a huge victory. I haven’t started the week below 155 since – well, I can’t remember. Since I have been paying attention to Monday weights. My low weight last week was 152.8, which is also something I haven’t seen in a while. How did I accomplish this?

Cakehole Shoving:

I actually did a damn good job of this for the entire week – for the most part. I was below 1400 Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. I was around 1500 Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. I went a little nutzo on Sunday, but it couldn’t have been above 2000. I did learn some good lessons and reinforce some good behaviors (or at least “lesser evil” behaviors).

Friday, I enjoyed a very healthy and low cal dinner and some drinks, but I found the good stopping point where I was enjoying myself but wasn’t wasted. I wish to remember that point as sometimes on a weekend, I’ll just run up to that cliff and jump right on over. Fun, yes, but then I pay for it the next day. Saturday I was pretty responsible as well, we stayed in, ate leftovers, and cleaned like mad people. The majority of the house is now sparkling clean – or at least for us normally opposite-of-neat-freak peoples.

Sunday, we had planned a little controlled splurge – ordering a medium supreme pizza and that along with salad and veggies being our meal for the day. We put the pizza order in (and my Zliten, who was in need of meat, made us order the large chicken wings and fries) and then as soon as I hung up we got an invite to celebrate a friend’s birthday at the Alamo Drafthouse. Fun yes – but my day was not working out as planned at all. This day could have potentially been my ruination.

The pizza was delicious. Just what I was craving. We each had 2 slices and put the rest away (and now have a delicious lunch for today). I had 3 chicken wings, and we split the order of fries. The nice thing about the place is they have no frier. Yeah, I know – the wings and fries are SO ungreasy because they’re baked. It’s awesome. A hefty meal perhaps, but my dinner later was a greek salad with italian. Eaten right before we went to the alamo. Hello, strategy.

The problem was, we got there and they were picking up the tab so they said to order whatever we wanted. To clarify for any non-Austinites, the Alamo Drafthouse is really the only reasonable place to see a movie. The ticket prices are cheaper, and they serve food (like real food – you can get pita chips, veggies, and hummus there, or a burger, or pizza if you would like) and beer and wine. They also do really cool events like 80s sing alongs, screenings of old classics, and sometimes feasts themed to the movie.

I got a glass of wine and then somehow convinced myself it was a good idea to also order a guiness milkshake. I shared it around with everyone and then drank about half. While it may have been a not-so-good idea to order it I conquered two things. First – milkshakes have held this magical power over me. I have had a craving for one for over two years. This one was delicious, but honestly, I would have rather had a nice three bite home baked cookie, or a sliver of decadent chocolate cake. I will no longer be obsessed with them as they are firmly in the category now of “eh, totally not worth the calories”. Second – I was able to drink half of it, put it down on the table, and leave it alone. I have a big thing about finishing (which is why I only cook what I’m going to eat or make sure it is tucked away before I can go for it again), so it was nice to not suck the whole thing down.

All in all, a great week. This week becomes a bit more challenging. Friday, I have the day off and a friend and I are going to hit happy hour. The plan is to get a good lunch in me and only allow myself healthy food if I’m going to drink. Then, Saturday is our Austinite wedding reception. We had a lot of friends that couldn’t go to Vegas, so we decided to host a reception here. The win – we’re doing all the cooking. However, I’m not going to subject my guests to stuff that doesn’t taste good so I have some ’sperimenting to do. I am excited for a Polynesian feast!

I have been totally lazy about tracking calories over the weekend. I’d chastise myself for it, but it actually seems to be working. I know if I fall face down in the bag of chips or if I eat mindfully – and as long as I stick with the latter, I do ok. If the downward trend comes to a screeching halt… then I’m back on it like bees on honey. For now, I’ll see if I can get by as it’s something I’d like to move away from eventually.

My Ass, and Moving It:

During the week, I am a workout saint. Shredded without complaint Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I did my DDR, my yoga, and my running. I think I might have even beat a record running but sadly I wasn’t really timing. The watch is coming with on tomorrow’s run though fo sho. If there is any chance I ran a sub 25 minute 5k I want proof! My 5 mile time is improving as well. I’m under 50, now I want to work towards under 45. I know I can do it!

The weekdays jam packed are killing me by the weekend. I am so over it and sore and tired (thx u Jillian), I don’t want to do a fucking thing. On Saturday, I woke up feeling like my pec was slightly pulled. I had planned on shredding that morning and decided against it. It takes me a full weekend before my feet and legs feel good again. Level 3 is brutal. Doing 5 days of intense strength back to back is brutal.

So this week I’m changing it up. Just a little. I said I was going to shred for 4 weeks. I’m not going to wuss out this last week, but I am going to alternate levels. M, W, F – Level 3. Tu/Th – Level 1 or 2. Going forward, I’m going to try to keep it on the schedule 2-3 times per week until half training gets too intense. I don’t want to knock it too much. I am seeing results. I wore jeans yesterday that I haven’t even had the guts to put on in months. It is working. However, I just can’t risk rolling into training time injured and tired, and I think that alternating the days will work my muscles differently enough that it will be good for me and I won’t feel on the brink of injury.

NaNoWriMo:

The story is developing nicely. Writing about characters inspired by and very similar to us ten years ago (extended and stereotyped and much more extreme) has made it easier to keep going – I just have to dig in my “memories” section of the brain for the next plot twist. Perhaps the next one will be a story created solely by my warped little mind, but this is something safe for the first and very time-crunched attempt and I’m appreciating it.

I have no idea if it will be interesting. If it was a screenplay, it would be one of those Napolean Dynamite type movies – slow paced, with some humor, but you almost feel like you are laughing at the poor sobs because their situation is so ridiculous, not because it’s terribly funny. Nothing terribly extraordinary happens to them – they don’t get sucked into a black hole and end up in Bizarro World and become royalty – they just live their lives. The end is anticlimactic. But it’s kind of what I’m going for.

I’m also a little behind. I should be at about 12500 words as of yesterday, and I’m only at about 11000. It doesn’t sound like that much, but tonight I’m aiming to do about 3k words to get caught up, which is about 2 hours of full concentration, and I am usually at about 50% with the TV on and my Zliten home. Hopefully I can have some kick ass sessions this week and get back ahead as this weekend isn’t looking promising for writing time. For those of you who haven’t checked out NaNoWriMo, the goal is 50k words by Nov 30th.

Initial prediction – I’m going to finish the story. I’m up in the air whether I can continue to dedicate the hours each day to finish up the words in the time allotted (though being super competitive me, I bet I’ll do it), but I’m going to do it even if it’s not by the end of the month. However, I’m also now seeing a novel as a manageable and possible thing to do. If I did it right and came up with a story outline, laid out the chapters in an outline, and then went to town, I think I could have something polished in perhaps 6 months time. I’m not going to get books published by wishing for it. It something I can EASILY do while just relaxing at home on the couch with the lappy. This is a HUGE revelation for me!

It’s the same thing as a marathon. It looks like a huge, unwieldy task. Highly intimidating. There is no better way to get there than picking a deadline and putting together a plan to get there. Looking forward to cracking both of those nuts in the next year.

Back to my Monday. What mountains are you going to climb this week? Inspiration wanted.

On Growing Up, and Things To Be When You Do…

By Quix

On November 5, 2009

In Uncategorized

Let it not be said that I am unhappy with my station in life. I’m not rich, but I am comfortable. I don’t quite make enough to be the sole breadwinner in the household – but with a smaller mortgage (aka NOT buying a 4 bedroom house in the exact neighborhood we wanted) and less of a car payment (hello, hybrid luxury car), I could probably make a stab at it. I have the possibility and experience in the next few years to get a title and salary bump that makes sense (taking the Associate out of my title, or as I like to say – removing the Ass from my Prod), and frankly, which I think I deserve with the time I’ve put in.

However, I’m seeing game studios collapse around me left and right. We are actually doing really freaking well in the midst of the chaos, but a year from now… who knows? It’s really hit me lately that beyond project management and game design, I have very few marketable skills. What happens if the well dries up here in Austin and moves on, and I don’t want to move on with it? I love living here. It is PERFECT for me. Cost of living affords me a mortgage and not a rent check each month, unlike other hot spots like So Cal. The weather here really jives with me. I don’t think I could do somewhere rainy like Seattle or cold like the Boston area. I feel at home here like I never have in a place before – the people are quirky and awesome and friendly, it’s not weird to be active, and there is always cool stuff going on and it’s not like you have to be a cool kid to know about it.

So what’s a gal to do? I’ve been thinking about this for a while. If I want to stay here, what is my backup plan? It’s entirely possible I’m worried about nothing but… I always am thinking, “what’s next”. Some people’s jobs make sense as a freelancer/online. Outsourced art and programming (to a lesser extent) is common in the games industry – design and production aren’t and those are my specialties. While I enjoy project management for a fun industry like gaming, I have my doubts about moving into something more mundane like software development or a pants factory or whatnot. If I’m not having fun, it will not work for me. Whatever I spend 40 hours or more doing has to at least make me feel proud/interested in the product. So… what else am I interested in to the point where I could envision myself doing them full time?

Writing. If I could make a living doing it, I would LOVE to write full time. I wasn’t sure if I could write on a schedule but coming up with something 3-4 times per week for the last year and some change (minus a couple weeks of crazy) has proven to me that I can indeed be self motivated and produce semi-coherent diatribe on topics that interest me. The next step for me gaining confidence here is plunging into NaNoWriMo. If I can get at least a crappy novel under my belt, I can evaluate whether I could consider doing this for a living. I feel the same way about it as I do a marathon. I just want to go the distance at least once to see if it’s for me.

Film/TV production. I think it would be a natural step, and Austin is becoming a mini-Hollywood as of late. It’s always something I’ve been interested in and I’m starting to have the contacts to at least consider the move. But it would probably be more of the same (crazy hours, stress, waiting around for things to happen, etc).

Then Zliten went and got me thinking last night… he was talking about doing the 30 minute workout circuit at Planet Fitness and then was trying to get out of it by saying he just wanted to come home. I made him a circuit that was just evil enough but not too crazy evil and he swore at me when he finished but looked like he had gotten a good workout. I’m always trying to tweak my workouts and food intake/ratios/etc. I’m horribly interested in what other people eat. I always feel like if I knew more, I’d be more successful at maneuvering through this healthy living thing, and I’ve pretty much exhausted the internet. Sure, occasionally, I happen upon something new, but usually, I find myself going – “Duh. Thanks captain obvious.” And then realize that to 99.9% of the world is not as bored as I has not had the time, attention, nor want for looking this up. As I have. And I want more.

I find myself now tentatively pondering about thinking about perhaps sticking my toe into the waters of academia again. Previously I’ve been very anti-school because my thesis ruined school for me and I’ve said for the greater part of a decade I was done with it forever. Maybe not. I also said I’d never wear bell bottoms and I rocked them yesterday.

The idea of going back to school at age 30, with a full time job, with other extra curricular pursuits (hi 2 u training for a marathon) is pretty damn daunting. The starting salaries of either a dietitian or a personal trainer don’t look promising. I would be taking a pay cut fo’ sho unless somehow my management skillz could get me into a supervisory job. The idea of actually having to recruit clients seems daunting as well. It’s most likely that this is NOT the job for me.

But the idea of something that could possibly done online or freelance sounds awesome. It frustrates me to no end having to show up for work some days when I don’t have a full day of work to do, and just sit here and wait because we are required to at least put in our 8 hours. And it’s possible that there may be a time in my life where a full time 40 hour a week job is not a viable option. I’ve done the traditional “go to work, do my time, get a paycheck, and go home” thing all my life. I’d at least like to see how the other half lives before I run screaming back into a position of stability, comfort, and regularity.

I think the first step (after I’m done with NaNoWriMo, of course, I’m already hearing the, “are you done writing YET? There are THINGS to DO…” voices from the peanut gallery) is to maybe check out some coursework books on nutrition and training. Give them a read. See if it’s anything I want to learn about. Go from there. The local U has degree programs in just about anything nutrition/fitness/exercise/training/etc I want to pursue so I’ve got that going for me.

I always thought I was going to keep climbing my way up. First take over a game. Then take over a department. Then – who knew, maybe run my own company some day. Now, it’s entirely possible I might get bitten by the draw of being an exec again, but I’m toying with the idea that maybe the ladder isn’t where I’ll be the happiest. Maybe it is. I just don’t know anymore. I’m sure this is just me being a little unenthused with my current task at work and day dreaming. But maybe it’s more than that.

I know some of you out there at least do/have done side jobs writing, training, maybe there’s even a dietician or someone that’s worked with film/tv/broadcast stuff out there. Talk to me. Did you leave your cushy corporate job for it? Did you regret it at all? Is there any way in hell to make a decent salary at it (think mid to upper 5 figures +)? How was the schooling? Did you go for a degree or certifications? What did you exactly do when you became gainfully employed? What did you love and hate about it? If not – what is your dream job? What steps are you taking to get there? How did you know what you were doing was right for you?

Don’t worry – I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled bitchfest in no time about the scale not budging and screwing up over the weekend and how Jillian can go eat a… um… carrot for the torture she hath brought upon us in Level 3.

More demotivational fun here!

Adjusted Reality

“Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.” – Mark Twain

Author: Quix Page 174 of 217

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