F*#k it, and go boxing!

Okay, I went boxing. I ditched the meeting that I wasn't prepared for anyway, and boxed my night away. It's very freeing. I even got to spar with a guy. Now, that's cool. He takes it easy on me, then I let him have it. I mean, we were only doing drills, but I think that he underestimated me. No, he wasn't being nice because I was new... oh, maybe he was. But I tell ya, I love it none the less.

The instructor commented on me hitting hard. Hey, if you are going to hit, I say hit hard - make it count. I mean, I don't plan on being a professional boxer, but if I ever use this for self-defense (heaven forbid), I won't know how many shots I'll get it - so I have to make 'em count. Plus, it burns more energy! :)

On the losing weight front, things are going well, but not as fast as I'd like them to. I'm considering doing some sort of boxing or something regularly - in addition to my regular personal trainer gym sessions. I mean, I have to increase the energy output to make things happen. God, it's frustrating. I can only say that I've lost 18 pounds in total - that's from March. Things are not going that well. Only a few more pounds until 20, but I'm working for ever last one of them! ARGH!

Oh, to wish for that magic pill, but that's not possible, so I have to work it like crazy. Well, maybe I'll find some boxing somewhere. I don't mind the kickboxing, but I'd like to do something else with my Saturday mornings... we'll see what happens.

Rella

Waistline or brainpan?

I must apologise. I'd love to say that I was kidnapped by local hooligans and made to do obscene acts as seen in Kris's blog today, but alas, yesterday I worked a 14 hour shift, and was just in no mood to blog at 1am in the morning. It's true, I just can't put two brain-cells together at that time in the morning.

But, glad to say that I'm back, and alive. Although I woke to a home that I had to clean from top to bottom... I have survived.

Now, I'm in a moral quandry. Somehow this past spring, I got guilted into joining the local language school board (very small) to do my part and maintain my mother tongue in my city (err.. not English). Now, I've got this meeting on Monday, as well as a GREAT boxing class that I've just been loving. The boxing class is probably only 2 more classes, and that's it. The language school board needs me too, because I have something to submit. So, is it my health or language that wins? Waistline or brainpan?

Such a quandry. I'm leaning to the boxing class, but then guilt wakes up and smaks me in the face.

Ahhh... what to do....

More later, I've gotta think about this.
Rella

Kris Starr - As you have never seen her before

I'm guest blogging on Kris Starr's blog today. Here are the damning photos to go with the entry. I don't know why she let me blog. I wouldn't have done it!

Highschool Kris


University Kris


After University




Damning Contact Sheet of Photos



Thanks to Kris for being a good sport. Glad to have her as a friend. Even happier to have the negatives hidden away!
Cheers girlie!
Rella

Boxing lessons learned

I swear, I'm hooked. No pun intended.

I went out boxing again last night. I loved it! I know that Kris has mentioned before that we went boxing, but this time it was even better. Oh, maybe it was a little more intellectual - if you call boxing intellectual, but I learned a lot more of the "why's" of boxing then last time.

I know a few more things...
1. As a right-handed person, I don't want to fight someone who is a lefty. That inside dodge and jab will KO you!
2. I don't want to fight a tall person. God, my shoulders are sore and the other girl was my height! I can't imagine the other team!
3. Punching "the pads" is an awesome feeling - especially when you get the right sound.
4. Getting a congratulatory glove-bump from someone when you get the right "sound", is awesome.
5. I can impress myself with how hard I hit.

I've always talked a mean streak. I mean nobody would actually come near me when we talked of "taking it outside". Girls usually don't fight unless they *know* they can take you. So, really, as I found, as long as you can talk a good talk, you don't have to back it up! Now, I can back it up!

Now it's just a matter of protecting my face. For, so long as you keep your gloves up, you are doing well. But, eventually you have to follow-through with a punch. And, that can spell disaster if the other person is faster.

Oh, and did I mention that it was our wedding anniversary yesterday? Yep, 7 years done, another 60 or 70 to go! And, hell, where is that 7 year itch? I've been getting itchy, yeah, but it had nothing to do with any other man... (and no, not crabs - get your mind out of the gutter!).

Seriously, sex can get better with age. Hey, when you got a hubby who listens to CBC, and gets distracted listening to "sex gets better with age" panel, I think you are on to a good thing. I'm just glad that he didn't get distracted and drive all the way to the "city".

Ciao for now, and smooches to my guy...
Rella

I'm drinking beer for the taste, honest... yeah...

Okay, so am I getting old? Really... A night of partying, and drinking, then I'm just plain wiped... My head hurts, and the world has gotten better, but still hasn't copmletely stopped swaying. Oh the brain cells that I must have killed....

But I think that I've had enough with the drinking. I am by no means a drinker every night, but for the what...(can't even say bi-monthly because it happens so rarely)... occasional night out, I do drink like a fish. Now, I'm done. Really, what is the point? I can have fun without drinking, my alcohol tolerance is too high-so it costs too much, I don't need to chase men (I've got an AWESOME one at home), and the sex is better when you remember it the next day. Why drink?

My apologies to the younger generation who must think me mad, but... I'm done.

*holding hand up, and another to the heart...*

I solomly swear to drink for the taste, not for the ability to get drunk.
I swear to have only a few drinks when out, not a pitcher's worth.
I swear that I will not make a fool out of myself... much.

So, all in all the night was great. Our friend from Finland must have thought us crazy, but I'm figuring that drunks are universally stupid, and since she owns a bar back home, we probably weren't that different.

Thanks to all who came out, and assisted in the merriment. I'll add more at a later date, when the world stops tilting...

Ciao for now
Rella

Ah... the single life... even if it's someone else's

Okay, so here I am again. Yes, back from the never-ending tasks at home and at work. I'm much better now. Crazy life got to me, and let me away from my pretty computer. Damn life!

Anyway, things are lookin' good for tonight. It's party time in the ol'town tonight! Off to supper, then drinks, then dancin' the night away at the local "over 25" club. I won't give out real place names, for fear of identification!

Anyway, thought that I would help Kris celebrate her "official" single status due to the divorce papers finally coming in. Yes, I plan on getting her severely toasted! And then, walk home to my place in the rain.(okay we may cab it!) Hey, what's a best friend to do? I have to live vicariously somehow! I'm no longer in that "single" category! So we gotta find her a hunk to dance with tonight. Even if he is from the boonies, tonight it doesn't matter! Thank goodness I'll have help from a friend from the "big city". She's joining us for drinks and dancin' tonight. Lets hope tha hunky single guys will appear tonight! Saturday should be a good night? huh?

And, yes, I have been shamelessly looking for a man for our friend Kris! Poor girl. But then again, we all fall back into the old habits - even if they started in highschool. And dag-nabbit, we will find her a man! If it kills me.... which it just might if she doesn't make a move on Mr. Wednesday Morning at the gym. I tell ya...

Anyway, I have nothing exciting to report. Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day - albeit a hungover one... I'm sure.

So, this is the question... how do you meet people? I mean, this girl is nearly a hermit at home, and doesn't get out except to go to the gym, and run errands. Where should I send her next? Does taking the proverbial "class" usually result in something. Hey some of you are writers, where to send her next? Plus, get her to say hello... argh.. that's the next step.

Ciao for now...
Rella

Kris, you can now start your commenting, and try to convince everyone that the above commentary is not true...... :)