Cheesy and insecure

NO MORE! Well... I will never, EVER stop being cheesy. That is something I cannot help as it is embedded into my genes. Seriously. Have a chat with my family and you will barely scratch the surface on how far THAT rabbit hole goes (Cray cray). Anywho, I am feeling less cheesy now that I seem to have acquired a companion in the adventures to come in my life. Personally I am working on the sharing details phase. Its been a looooong time since I've had to share anything with a guy. With girls its just so much easier cause girls just kinda talk a lot.

Enough about that though...

So as I was basically running up the stairs at Alkek, you bobcats know what I'm talkin about) I didn't have any problems, or huffing or puffing, or whining or fatigue at all. Its the little things in life that satisfy me... But every semester my huffing is reduced quicker and quicker through the semester. I actually started this semester with minimal huffing. That was a little personal victory for myself. And yet even now, towards the end of the semester, I see all these "fit" people struggling up the stairs and I just look at them and laugh as I prance by with my heavy bag and thunder thighs. Obviously being skinny isn't all its cracked up to be. I only want to be healthy. I'm actually more comfortable with myself than I've ever been. But don't think I'm not still insecure about it. I think the worst part is when I'm at work and my RPh sits ALLLLLLL the way back to where there is only a 2 inch gap between his chair and the shelf so I can't pass, then he scoots in and apologizes many times... I'm just like "uh, you don't have to be in the way if you sit over there..."  I've been slowly working on planting the seed that the seat for the window is better for him. I'm hoping that I can eventually trick him into scooting to the next cpu...

Missed going to the gym yesterday as I was out too late on Sunday night. I didn't get home til 3AM and I just said FTS. NO thanks. So I got out of bed at 10 instead. Tomorrow I am supposed to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go swimming... I guess that means its an ambien night. Feel free to not call or text me tonight as I will be off my rocker by 10pm. No need to see my mental decline as my brain shuts down for sleep. Lets face it, we've all seen my personal TFLN. Those are pretty hilarious.