October 9, 1999

Keith and I have made an eventful decision.

Are you ready?

This weekend we're going to buy.. TAE BO TAPES. That's right, we're buying in. No stopping us now, we are officially trendy.

Really, I just need to get more physical activity into my life. When I was in college and didn't have a car and was forced to walk (or sometimes run) to all of my classes, it was easy. Now I have a car and a desk job, and I've been noticing that I feel sort of, well, yucky when I come home from work lately. All scrunched up. I'm not sure quite how to describe it, but I know that it's from not getting enough exercise.

So we're going to get Tae Bo tapes, because I heard that as far as exercise tapes go, they're relatively fun to do. I've had bad experience with exercise tapes. I got one last year while I was living in my little studio apartment, and tried to do it three times a week. I think the problem was basically my lack of coordination. The apartment was incredibly tiny, and I always wound up banging my shins into the coffeetable whenever there were particularly big movements. Also, it pissed me off that the show was taped in Hawaii, because I was in Chicago in January, and looking at the amazingly tanned, fit, and happy-looking women doing the workout in the Hawaiian sunshine just made me want to reach through the television and throttle them. So I quit doing the tape. I hope tae bo is better; I'll keep you updated.

In other news. Does it bother anyone else when you kiss your significant other and he's been eating something and you can taste it on his lips? I'm not talking about gross-tasting stuff either, just ANY stuff. Keith just came in here to kiss me and he tasted like Cheerios, and I was mildly grossed out. I guess this is his repayment for the raspberry-flavored lip gloss, which he seems to find rather unappealing.

Of course, Keith doesn't like fruit in general. I was astounded when he revealed this to me, a few weeks after I moved in with him. I didn't believe him. I asked him how he could rule out an entire food group (okay, technically fruit doesn't have its own group, but still). I said, "what about bananas? Bananas don't count! Or.. what about kiwi fruit?"

Nope. All fruit = bad, in Keith's eyes. He doesn't mind fruit flavoring in some cases, such as banana bread or orange juice. He just doesn't like the actual fruit. Apparently once when he was a kid, his older brother wanted him to try some kind of fruit, and Keith said he didn't like it. His brother was like, "how can you know you don't like it? You haven't even tried it!" So Keith's response, being a logical enough little kid, was, "I don't like any fruit! I hate all fruit! That's how I know!"

So apparently over the years this has grown into some kind of weird psychological block against eating fruit, and he really doesn't like it, after pretending he didn't for so long.

And I thought my family was weird.

Back       Next       Journal Home