Posted August 23rd, 2003 by Michelle

I went to a dinner party at my friend Carol’s apartment last night, way up on the West side. It was really fun, at least I think it was, because most of it is fuzzy. I slept at Ian and Tessa’s to avoid a party in my building, but before I crashed I apparently wrote a very angry and caustic blog for Ian. I’ll hold to it, though, since although the words were harsh the sentiment was true.

If I had my druthers, I’d go back to bed right now and sleep off this hangover and start fresh tomorrow. I’m ready to finally have a good day.

Yesterday I made a grand return to the gym. I haven’t actually worked out in months, or really in a year, preferring yoga and cycling. But I haven’t been able to motivate myself to get to yoga class, so I dragged myself back to the Bally’s on 6th Ave. I had a reasonably good workout, as my sore muscles today are telling me, but I know I am a far cry from getting back into shape. To that end, I wandered over to the Personal Trainer area in the basement of my gym and talked to a guy there for about fifteen minutes. He seemed to completely understand my plight- I’m in great shape, with a really healthy heart and really strong muscles but I’ve got a lovely layer of flub that won’t go away- and he told me what he’d do to help me tone. I have a meeting with him on Tuesday, but unless I can come up with a grillion dollars between now and then, I won’t be able to see him again. My trainer in Los Angeles cost me $20 a session. Here in New York, make it $65, most of it up front. If I want to work with this guy, I have to fork over $1582 over the next three months. For that money, I would get 24 sessions with him, meeting two or three times a week. I know that $65 is not that much cash for a meeting with a PT in New York, but really, how does anyone afford it?

I’m almost ready to give my two weeks at work, regardless if I have another job lined up. As my brother Kent always says, I’m going to do it wrong differently.