So the Christmas Holiday means that guests at the salon bring with them all sorts of yummy treats.
Like assorted chocolates. The Fiends...
Now the only problems with this is that A) cookies, cakes, chocolates, and cupcakes are very tempting and B) this is the only full-time job I've ever had where I sit all day.
As a result, I'm the "biggest" I've been since high school.
Now, granted, even that's not a whole lot. I've been blessed with a decent metabolism and an athletic build that takes exercise well.
However, my clothes are starting to not fit. And in this "high-fashion" job I have, clothes are very, very important.
So I've been taking my girlfriend's advice. Her solution for everything is "Water." And if you're sick, it's "Water and rest."
Once I had a slight cold, and I used it as an excuse to get out of work. (I can be a little hypochondriatic sometimes.) Well, Zee drove down to see me, and she brought with her the biggest bottle of water I have ever seen in my life. And she insisted that I drink every last drop, and then that I must "rest."
"Rest" in her book is "go lie down in your bed." In my book, it's "lounge wherever and entertain your brain with random media."
We compromise where I drink the water but "rest" in front of the TV.
And that's her solution from hangovers to periods to broken bones (probably).
So I figure that if I'm trying to get fit, then I should drink water and do the opposite of "rest."
My Reasons For Getting in Shape
With these reasons looming in front of me, I have been chugging water (in between bites of chocolate & cookies), no matter how much I dislike it.
- Seeing Zee on her Mid-term leave. I must be sexy-fine. ;)
- Clothes not fitting. That's an issue.
- Sitting all day is bad for my health -regardless of my weight.
I imagine that as Zee reads this, she's smiling and rolling her eyes at me. :) Lord knows I complain about water and put up a fight about it all the time.
In other news, I read another article about the process of removing the Don't Ask Don't Tell policy.
Now, there's a lot of fuss about how changing the policy will disrupt the military personnel serving overseas. And that just doesn't make sense to me. I've sent a letter to Zee, asking her to explain to me what the process will look like. So when I hear from her, I'll let you know. But I just imagine the process being like so:
Big, intimidating man sits in front of his computer. A frown hides underneath his burly mustache. He laboriously punches keys on his laptop.
"Attention All Officers and Significant Leader People:
Gays can say they're gay now. This is allowed, so I don't want to hear about any harassing. Not that I wanted to hear about any of that before. But especially not now. So if I even smell homophobia, asses will be stuck in a counselor's office for hours. As it is, we have to sit through a two-hour tolerance video. The time of the video will be announced in a few days. Be patient. Okay. Bye."
He sighs and wipes sweat from his brow. Clicking send, he shuts his laptop, muttering under his breath about how it's time for dinner.
I figure it will be equivalent to announcing a change to the lunch menu. But I'm probably wrong. I am extremely ignorant of how all this Military stuff works. Please, educate me.
Things I do know:
There will not be a mass exodus of soldiers who refuse to work alongside openly gay soldiers. Please. They already know that they're serving with gay soldiers. They just might not be clear on who. Some people might leave, but all the branches will end up retaining more soldiers than they have ever before. Why? Because gay soldiers will be more willing to re-enlist. Even Zee has said that if DADT was repealed, that'd be one less reason for her to leave the Army. (I am all for leaving - and I haven't even experienced "Army Life" - because I don't want to do deployment EVER AGAIN.)
There isn't going to be a "mass coming out party." You won't hardly notice a change from DADT Era to Post-DADT Era. I mean, look at the demographic here. They're gay, yes, but they're soldiers - first and foremost. I can say quite confidently that it will take a loooong while before Zee starts proudly coming out to her coworkers and/or peers.
I could think of a third thing to complete the set of "Things I do Know," but my sister just finished making some delicious looking chicken salad, and my burgeoning fatty tummy wants it soooo bad...