It's been a looooong day

So this morning I wake up to what sounds like someone stomping over my head. I knew I was home alone so I go upstairs to look around and I see my neighbor is on my roof cleaning the gutters. So I go out and get the mail and to try to see what he's doing and come back in. The next thing I hear is BAM! CRASH! OH SHYT! I look out the window and my neighbor is on the ground. So I was about to go get some shoes so I could see if I could help, but the "sanitation engineers" were outside and a couple ran over to help him. So I call my mom and ask her was he supposed to be up there and she goes on a tangent on how he volunteered himself and she was like okay fine as long as you don't fall and he goes on to tell her how he was a paratrooper in Vietnam and nothing can stop him blahblah lol.

So I go outside and he tells me how the ground was wet and the ladder tipped over and he fell and hit the window and that's how it broke and blah blah blah. Then he lifts his pant leg up and he's bleeding. So I'm like okay you need to go take care of that and he's like nah I'm okay. So I'm like no really go handle that so this he goes in his house and I go downstairs to change and get ready for the gym. When I come back upstairs to make my smoothie I get startled because I look out my dining room window and see this fool on the roof over our family room. I mean if you already fell off the roof in the front of the house because the ground was soft why go in the back where it's softer, especially if you fall again no one will see you lol.

Did I mention what he was wearing. This man was on the roof and on a ladder with a freaking pantsuit, some Stacey Adams and a leather jacket. Who the hell does yard work in that? Oh my bad, he does since I've seen him cut grass with a suit, wingtips and a stetson on lmao.

So I went to the gym finally and got my workout on. After my morning fiasco I really wasn't interested coordinating some perfectly matched gym attire, so I had on a black hoody, Syracuse shirt, black jazz pants, and my negro nikes (my friend calls them that cause they are red black and green lol). So I'm working out and had just gotten off the elliptical after 40 minutes so now I am really looking tore down... and while I was walking over to get some gym wipes to clean the machine this really nice looking guy stops me and is like so you went to Syracuse. I say yeah went for grad school blah blah blah. So dude is making small talk and all I could think about was "oh g*d why is he talking to me. I know I have to stink. Ehh I can feel sweat rolling off my forehead. Now it's burning my eyes. Oh my eyes! They are stinging where is my towel. I wonder if my hair looks a mess. Oh g*d make him stop talking. I look like a damn bum. Oh gosh my vision is blurring my eyes are burning" lol.

So finally he stops talking and I get to wipe my face off lol. So I go on to do weights then I go to the stretching corner and am doing crunches on the bosu ball... when I come up from a crunch I see the guy standing there so I'm like are you stalking me. He laughs and is like nah I didn't know you were over here blah blah starts talking again. So at this point I'm thinking I guess I should get up because I don't want to be talking to someone while he's hovering over me. So he keeps talking and says "you know you are really cute." I said thank you but was thinking wow if he thinks I'm cute looking like a shytty mess he needs to see me on the street lol. So he goes away and I keep doing my thing and of course he comes back over again when I'm stretching doing a yoga pose, called a half shoulder stand, where basically my legs are up in the air lol. So he does more small talk and asks can we can continue our convo later perhaps over the phone. So I'm like sure whatever so he gets my number blah blah blah. We'll see how that goes.

There is an older trainer (in his late 50's, early 60's) in the gym that happens to be my fraternity brother and I guess he witnessed this whole thing go down. So as I was getting my stuff to head to the locker room he stops me and is like little soror (he's called me that ever since I met him in there) that guy must really be feeling you cause you look tore up today hahaha (only he could say that). He was telling the truth though I wouldn't have talked to me lol and to think there are some ladies in there with their hair flowing, a full face of makeup on, in Donna Karan fitness gear trying hard to find a man lol. Ahh well such is life.

Finally after that I go see my nutritionist (who happens to be an acquaintance of mine). So I go in we do our little weigh in thing and we go online so she can read my fitness blog. So she proceeds to tell me how I'm not getting enough calories a day blah blah and that starving myself isn't the way. Now I've done a lot of crazy ish in my life but starving myself has never been one of them lol. So I'm like how many calories off am I from the amount I'm supposed to be getting and she's like on most days between 200 and 225. Okay so I thought she was going be like you are 800 calories off but umm 200 to 225, fine I'll drink an extra smoothie. I mean give me break, she acts like I'm just not eating at all. Then she's like what do you attribute your weight lost to, I see you've lost like 12 pounds this month. Okay now you are a nutritionist who wrote me a diet/healthy eating plan and you know I work out at least 5 days a week for an hour and you are asking me stuff like this. Who certified you? I mean really. I think I'm going to have to find someone new. I love her to death and I love that she believes in holistic health but obviously something is off lol.

Time for me to go cook dinner and figure out what to do the rest of the evening. I am soooo looking forward to tomorrow and the weekend.