Went to the Mercury (a local goth industrial dance club) for the second night in a row tonight, both to wish a friend happy birthday (Tracy), and to hang out with another, sexier friend who hadn't made it out the night before (Becca). Both goals were met, and another one was re-asserted: with the con and the change in weather (it's been getting colder and wetter), I've slacked off on my workout routine. That stops now: my self-esteem is fine, but I want to work on my body until I to get admiring glances while out dancing. I want to wear clothing that draws attention to the shape of my body--in a good way. 
Not that I'm in a hurry to hook up with someone I meet at the Merc--though part of me is shallow enough to want to be wanted by some stranger just on the way I look, heh. I just want to stand out a little. Be noticed. Acknowledged. I feel as if I'm approaching some sort of change, and I'm in a hurry to get my outside to match my inside. So, we'll see if I can avoid the excuses for another couple months at least, and get back on track.
Because everyone knows it's easy to stick to a workout routine during the holidays, heh.
Not that I'm in a hurry to hook up with someone I meet at the Merc--though part of me is shallow enough to want to be wanted by some stranger just on the way I look, heh. I just want to stand out a little. Be noticed. Acknowledged. I feel as if I'm approaching some sort of change, and I'm in a hurry to get my outside to match my inside. So, we'll see if I can avoid the excuses for another couple months at least, and get back on track.
Because everyone knows it's easy to stick to a workout routine during the holidays, heh.