Death of a Dream

One of my favorite television reality shows of all time is Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders - Make the Team. Hundreds of young women compete to be a DCC and for the last 4 seasons - it's been on television. I fell in love with the DCCs back in the 1970s and as a child, I adored Jane Seymour's 1979 made for TV movie Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. I had the blue and white pom poms. As I matured, I found other interests and they did not include cheerleading. I know you are shocked. I was never very good at memorizing choreography. I have trouble with the basic routines that are done in aerobics. I have gotten much better however than I was as an awkward teenager. I can now manage the electric slide for example. That said, one of the first round candidates for this season's DCC squad was a 32 year old veteran. She had been a DCC back in the 1990s. My first thought? You are too old. That's right. I went straight to it. She is too old to be a DCC. As I am even older than she is - I too am too old to be a DCC. Then it hit me - even if I worked my butt off and magically learned to dance, I am now too old to be a DCC. The dream is over.

Illogical

Dear Sir:
I just don't understand you. For a scientist, you show a remarkable lack of logic and insight into your own life. It boggles my mind. You have a job that you hate and that seems to hate you. This was your dream job not three months ago. The honeymoon lasted all of two weeks. You immediately begin the search for another position. You get offered a part-time position that you reject out of hand as beneath you. The job is a stepping stone - an opportunity to work for a multimillionaire with labs. It is a job in your field that has unbelievable networking potential. But you don't want to have to take a pay cut and build a lab. That would be all fine and good except that a breath later you state that you are willing to wait tables if you have to. WTF?! Really? You would rather wait tables then work this job that your friend lined you up for? If you fear failure and letting your friend down, then be honest about it at least with yourself.

I Hate Derek Chang's Koto

The little manager that works there is a total cunt and I hope she is run over by a car.

Progress of Sorts

I made it this morning without giving into the temptations of donuts and assorted breakfasty starches. I did not make through this afternoon and the stupid little bite size candies that are on my colleague's table. Instead I unleash my soon to be outer Homer Simpson and gorge myself on blasted butterfingers. So yummy.... mmm butterfingers.... On the plus side (pun intended), I have effectively increased my exercise. I now try to do something in the mornings before I head to work and walk in the afternoons. One of the lovely features of digital cable is the free zone's health & fitness selection. ExerciseTV classes featuring 10 min buns and thighs and Kim Kardashian's upper body workout have become staples. While I have gained 3 fricking pounds, I have slimmed down enough in order to fit into some of my older and therefore smaller fat clothes. I consider this a form of progress. But why does progress have to be so bloody slow? Probably because of the butterfingers, I know. Why can't I have the metabolism I enjoyed back in the 90s? Such a slim and attractive decade that was for me. Why?Why? Whine. Okay. Got that out of my system. My walks which until the oppressive heat of July involved some running have continued. It was cool enough for me to run a bit this weekend and yesterday - both times I managed to run a solid 1/2 mile on the homeward stint of my walk. I am pretty impressed with myself. I am tempted to see if I can make it even further...and tragically scared of failure. Not sure why. Sure the rest of the world can run/jog a mile without issue. As soon as the indoor track opens again, I plan to try for the full mile. I think all of the added cardio workouts have increased my ability to run. Thank you Kim Kardashian.