I should clarify that Owen did not "officially" invite me to Christmas--at least that's not how I look at it. It was sweet that he was even thinking about it. If he asks me again in a couple of weeks, I'll consider it. It's just...well, I am hesitant to make plans that far in advance when I know how quickly things can sour in a relationship. No, I don't think that will happen with Owen. Still and all, I don't want to get ahead of myself. I'm only seeing him on the weekends and even though it's getting more like an actual relationship, there is quite a lot we don't know about each other. Slow and steady wins the race, right? Perhpas it also builds a healthy and happy relationship.
In other news, I finally went to the gym yesterday after many weeks off. I'm so tired of being vaguely sick that I decided to declare myself well. I'm going to start introducing more food (type and quantity) into my diet and I'm getting back to exercise. I walked to work a few times last week and that was fine. I rode my bike yesterday, thinking I'd go rowing. By the end of the day, I knew that was a bad idea, so I opted for the gym instead. I spent 15 minutes on the stair climber, got my heart rate up and sweated a bit. After I cooled down, I was STARVING. Ah, that's a problem--I'm not eating enough to sustain a long workout. Today, I'm going to eat a little bit more and try and do more cardio (still in the gym). Wednesday, I will row. Maybe.
Sadly, rowing season ends on October 26, right before the time change. That makes sense. It will be too dark to go out in the evenings. The morning rowers will get a few more weeks on the water, but I have no intention of joining them for their 5am practices. So not worth it.
Other than that, work is slow, Tabitha (the cat) is always hungry and I put the down comforter on the bed last week. Pure excitement!
Grateful for: feeling mostly better.
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