Ok, I know, if anyone still reads my blog you are shaking your head and sighing loudly that it has been something like 3 months since I’ve posted anything.

Well let’s just put it out there, I’ve been busy and preoccupied and probably a bit uninspired. And that seems to be a trend with my blogging for the last, oh year or so. BUT I hope to change that and wade back into the blogging pool slowly but with the intent to swim in the deep end again.

Yes, this is one of those posts that seems to hold promise but is really just a primer for the future “real” post, but that’s what you get today.

So come back soon, if you haven’t written me off for good, and I’ll have some updates on things going on in the world of Kpinion.

Well two weeks ago I finally acted on the impulse to purchase a gym membership with the logic that if I pay for it I’ll use it. That theory is still in the experimental phase but I’ll let you in on my first few visits.

With my new membership came an orientation session with a trainer. I like to call this the “brutal truth session” because they not only weigh and measure you, but they also squeeze your fat with that handy dandy pincher thing and calculate how much of your body is made of Crisco. My mind always pictures Oprah pulling out her wagon of fat when I hear the words body fat calculation.

So there I go in my workout clothes with my bottle of water to hear what is every woman’s dream – your weight, the size of your hips, and the percentage of your body that allows you to remain boyant in water. After the joys of a obviously fit guy a few years younger than me pulling the tape measure around the parts of my body I like to refer to as curvy, he pulled out his trusty calculator to figure out my body fat percentage. Let’s just say that if I was ever tossed overboard at sea I could float until the coast guard came and found me, or a shark decided to make me lunch.

So with those great numbers now figured out I signed up for three sessions with the trainer in hopes that I would develop a great workout routine that lowers those numbers across the board.

On my first session, Andrew (my trainer who is a really nice guy and laughs at me when I laugh at myself so I think we’ll get along) sits me down and walks me through an online fitness program. It requires me to enter some basic bio info one of them being my newly discovered body fat percentage. He glances at me and asks if I remember it. YES ,I say emphatically shaking my head up and down, that number is now burned into my brain never to leave.

Then we hit the floor for some stretching and warm up. Good thing: I’m pretty flexible, bad thing: I’m miserably out of shape. Next was a run through the circuit trainer machine loop, where we tested my strength (weak) and my endurance (weak). This is where he laughed at me laughing at myself because I’d get halfway through the set and my face would begin to grimace as I fought through the last few reps. Finally he dropped my homework on me. I had to have two sessions of two trips through the circuit with twenty reps on each machine plus three cardio sessions before our next session. Oh boy!

So the first circuit session was . . . . . . . miserable. The first 10 reps are easy but the next 10 quickly become a nightmare. Oh and then I get to do it all over again. YAY! That was two days ago and my triceps, pecs, and shoulders are still burning. Thankfully I can lift my arms high enough to wash my hair (that was in doubt after that first day).

Tomorrow will mark session two of the circuit training. Hopefully I’ll survive. I’ll let you know.

I met them 8 years ago. One was my new boss, E, the principal of the private school I worked at right out of college. Two were moms who would each eventually work for the school. One, K,  the self-professed OCD art teacher who had the most hilarious things happen to her. The other her partner in crime, N, a firery red-headed mother of six who could do just about anything. They became my friends, with a few other ladies sprinkeled in for good measure. They were older than me, not but a lot but just enough, so I dubbed them my “Old Lady Friends”.

We’ve laughed, cried, argued, pulled pranks on each other, and talked about the struggles of life together. They are sisters, friends, and wise women I look up to. This is an email exchange I had with E yesterday:

E: K and I have made some plans for us–hope you two can come!!  On Thursday, June 25, we are meeting at my house at 3:00 or 3:30 to go for manicure/pedicure in Snyder Plaza–”pick a color”!!!! then to dinner and end up barhopping and dancing up and down Greenville Ave. until the wee hours!!!  Can you come?

Me: I’m pretty sure I’m in, just have to double check one thing. Yay it’s been too long since I’ve been clubbing.

E: You know those three guys from SNL?  Well, get ready!!

How can you not love women like this?

Well I guess I should say “I moved!”. After a few years of using blogger I switched to WordPress. That means that things will look a little bare for a while until I can spruce the place up a bit. Hopefully all this new will encourage me to post more.

So I haven’t posted in a while and I thought to break up the long silence I’d let you in on what I like to refer to as “Classic Katie Moments.”

These can take two forms:
1. Some sort of clumsy act in which I:

• fall down
• trip
• break something
• hurt myself
• hurt someone else by my falling
• or any combination of the above

2. Say something out loud that hasn’t been fully thought out

This story falls into category #2. So here we go . . .

A few weeks ago while hanging out with a group of friends, one of the guys (a co-worker) commented on our friend’s son and how he was eating his dinner in only his diaper. He said something along the lines of that he wished he could eat all his meals the same way. Another guy (who I don’t know so well) pipes in saying he likes that idea too.

And this is when the Classic Katie Moment hit. I ever so innocently looked at both these guys and said “See now my mind is picturing you two in your boxers . . .” A small moment of silenced followed and then I realized what I said, as did everyone else. Laughter ensued. Innocent? Yes. Funny for everyone else? Of course. Classic Katie Moment? Always.