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(this is a fitness/health post) So.. MY weekend was spent de-constructing HTML as most of my friends were deconstructing An Tirans. (bwah-ha-ha!)

However, while parked at my computer with HTML book open on my lap, there was a 40oz bag of Skittles at hand. And given my sudden drive to get it done, I missed my work outs on Friday and Sunday.

Uh-oh. Got on scale 10 min ago. Freaked out. Then read calorie content on mondo (empty) bag of Skittles. Oh. Hmm. Well, that explains it. And... did I really eat all those by myself? Wow! My bad.

shoot. I was at an all time low a week ago.. now I'm up 4 lbs. (which probably means up 3 lbs first thing in the morning.)

This is why I need instant karma. I'd totally abuse it if I got a free hall pass cuz I'm all over those skittles like a sugar whore. And 40-oz really isn't a single serving. It's like 28 servings or something per the bag.

Shape of a Pretzel

In other fitness news, I yogurted today. Yay! Warrior pose, triangle, twist, stretch, reach, twist legs in sockets, yank shoulders and... yeah, those WERE my traps before I turned myself inside out. Whee!

I'm going to work out something with the instructor in order to come up with a pre-race warm up. I want to energize my muscles without burning prescious calories. She says she can do that with me. Woot! (Next Race August 10, Sunday, Santa Cruz!!)

Form of A Super Ball

However, I showed up to the yoga studio litterally bouncing off the walls like a super-ball. (This has nothing to do with Skittles and I skipped caffeine today). Not too many have seen me in super-ball mode. Scared the co-workers who saw me pre-yoga.

Direct Quote from Skippy, the young one: What's wrong? You're too happy. What did you do? Did I do something wrong?

I'm like this total spaz who can't stop smiling and laughs even when no one's cracking a joke. I have to say.. it's infectious... I had lots of people laughing for no apparent reason today just cuz they were hanging out with me. I had so much energy squeezed in me, it was this physical sensation of burstiness. Why? WHY?

First, the Trunk Sale is removing such a HUGE emotional burden and ... people want my stuff! In all likelihood, stuff will go to people who want it and I'm looking forward to a new slate. But wait, there's more.

Second, We cleaned out a storage shed on Sunday and got rid of a whole ton of stuff. Tons of books. My resident pack rat (aka, the spouse) admits he cannot get rid of stuff. Jeff joined us and the three of us stood over boxes of sci fi that we have not looked at in EIGHT YEARS!!!! I wanted to throw them all away except for 3, but there was negotiatoins and discussion. Over half of them went bye-bye! So long! Jeff took them off our hands to go sell. And we threw stuff away. Yay! I kept reminding him that if he hasn't missed it in 8 years, he's not going to miss it in the next 8. (I win! Girlie Cheer!) The shed, which was crammed full, is now half empty. I want less "stuff" in my life. I fantasize about being able to throw stuff in a camper and live on the road.. on the move.. some sort of QA job where I could log in remotely and then just be in town a week a month or something. F thinks I'm cute and crazy, but really... we need less stuff. Stuff is the enemy.

Oh! And I found black-mail photos of ... "people".. from 20+ years ago... buried in the stuff. I'm beside myself with glee. Everytime I think about the photos, I litterally start laughing outloud; I cannot contain my myself. It's worse when I look at the photos. I drop to the floor and roll. I had to put them away so I could stop laughing uncontrolably. I hatched a plan and the Brothers Robello approved after they stopped laughing. Muh-ha-ha! It's not just love, it's tough love. ... god.. I can't stop cackling... someone is going to want to kill me, but won't be able to...

Third, I'm getting to do a good deed for a friend in need. That actually cropped up after the yoga, but it feels good to be able to reach out and help someone. How often do we get to make a difference in someone else's life? It's very enpowering. Pay it forward.

I feel lighter. Like I could float. But I'm so full of energy, I can't float, I'm in super-ball bounce mode. Zooooooooooooooooom! (crash, tinkle)... LOL... Zoooom! Time to go photo graph some costumes. Cuz I haz website and I haz HTML and camera is charged.... Zoooooooom!