I've fallen..
and my effin' tailbone hurts! Who falls down the stairs you ask? At the ripe old age of 26? (Star raises her hand...) Me! I do! That's how my Friday morning started... 
I'm really just so sore. I can't put any pressure on my tailbone, I have a lovely bruise on my thigh and my elbow has a cute little scrape. I thought by now it would have been a bit better, but alas, it is not.
I weighed in Sunday and was down .6... not much, but, i'll take it. Anything downward is a step in the right direction, right? I usually weigh in Mondays, but there was just no way I was going to get there today, after working 12 hours, I was pretty exhausted.
This week is going to be a tough one, tailbone aside. I have meetings and end of the year insanity going on. This is my last week w/my kiddies, kind of sad in a way, I do really enjoy most of them.. :) I'm going to try my best to get in my goal of 4 workouts. I'm going to try not to eat everything in sight even though I'm super stressed. Word.
Oh, and a shortened version of the gym people rant (I planned to do it this weekend, but sitting just wasn't agreeing with me then!)... There are always the different gym people mulling around. There are those who are so fit and fabulous that you're just totally envious (or maybe that's me). There are some who wear way too much spandex (and really just shouldn't), and those who were way too little fabric, in general (even though they have the bodies for it). There's a guy girl at my gym. There are biker dudes and military brats. Hippies and sorority girls. It's an eclectic place. However, my absolute very least gym goer is the gym stalker. This is the person who, when there are 400 other pieces of equipment available, they take the very machine right next to yours (in full sweaty glory). They look to your screen, and try to match or one up your settings. This woman the other night... a few times now... I'm going to call her crazy gym psycho stalker... has taken to following me all the time (cardio machines, weights, the bathroom!!) While this weirds me out a bit, she ALWAYS talks outloud to herself. And it ALWAYS involves her CD player. She calls it Buffy! Buffy! She parks herself next to me and talks to Buffy and basically just drives me crazy. She must be stopped! She kind of fake works out, and then uses her towel to towel off Buffy the CD player.
There's more, but, that's more than enough, I think.
I'll try to post a few times this week, and I'll try to make my way around to your blogs. I'm sorry if I'm not great about it this week, I do promise I'm trying to improve!
xoxo