Strong Finish, or Out Damn Spot(ify)!

Dear Reader,

Imagine with me the thrill of opening a hopefully not hair covered or bed bug ridden hotel room door, the smell of ripe cab drivers, and the taste of weirdly pre-cooked/packaged airport food.  Welcome to the next 2 months of my life. Spending the last 2 months at home with no travel has allowed me to focus intensely on self-improvement and my budding new fit lifestyle. For starters, I began reading a goal setting book called Your Best Year Yet by Jinny S. Ditzler. (My main goal was to finish things I start…but I never finished the book…Really…) I work out when I want, I have a bunch of brown rice in the fridge, fresh fruit out the wazoo, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, all the time and resources I need to make smart, healthy decisions. Then I get to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport where the choices are Pit BBQ, Burger King, and Tequileria. Obviously I choose Tequileria.

The good news is I’ve been able to bring most of my good habits with me. After reading (most of) that nutrition book, I know what to look for on any menu from Kim’s Korean BBQ to Frank’s Fishy Snack Bar. I’ve also stopped pizza crying, and generally feeling like a failure at will power. Yay Nancy Clark! 

(Fiber)

But what has really helped is something wholly unexpected. Enter: Spotify

It’s “internet radio” but it has like every song ever, and you can listen to your playlists off line, AND  you can network with your friends on Facebook to see what’s good in the neighborhood.

In joining Spotify, 2 things happened:

1.)  I’m friends with Reverend Regan, one of the kick-ass spin instructors at The Training Room = I’ve got her playlists from all her classes at my fingertips. Sweet!

2.) I made friends with DJ Spins-A-Lot, a girl who goes to a bunch of the same classes as me, and who is also a curator of the most amazballs workout mixes you could ever hope to sweat to.

This has made working out in kind of nasty, always weird hotel gyms not only bearable, but enjoyable. Today, I didn’t even notice when the guy grunting out reps at the free weights blew his nose into his workout towel. Yes I did, and it was gross, but it was significantly less awful because I was listening to Bass Down Low a la 5KRemix Crew, brought to me courtesy of DJ Spins-A-Lot.

Sincerely,

Fat Lesbian

Also, Fat Shout Out to the guy in 10E who shared his jalapeno popcorn with me on the plane home. That was bitchin'.