It's after midnight so it counts as tomorrow! I love making up the rules as I go along.

Bowling was fun, and I'm not just saying that because I actually won a game for the first time in my life. I bowled a 194 because of a wicked hot streak halfway through the game. In our two other games, I didn't do nearly so well, but still got two decent third-place (out of five) finishes. I'm happy with those results. I haven't bowled in three years, but I figure going the gym has to be helping. I may not have been much better but I was certainly bowling harder.

After bowling, we went to Boston Pizza. I like blogging because it helps me to remember things; it is in that spirit that I tell myself DO NOT GET THE DRY RIBS AT BOSTON PIZZA EVER AGAIN. I will not tell you that because maybe you will like them. You would be stupid for doing so but I think a lot of people eat stupid things and I am sure the same is thought of me. Suffice to say, I barely made it through half of the plate (appetizer-size, so it wasn't a ton of food) and it is 12:30 a.m. and I am about to go have a shower so as to wash all the grease off. I just feel... wrong.

Yeah, Weight Watchers got kicked in the balls again this week. I will be going back to weekly weigh-ins after New Years. Also, I stole my mom's exercise bike. I don't think that will help me much - moving the damn thing in and out of my car will get me more exercise than actually riding it - but if I bike while gaming, I can play all the video games I want, right?

Day Five of NaBloPoMo and I am running out of topics. This is not good.

I have a few things that I could talk about, but they are not suitable for all audiences. Secrets, people, secrets. I am almost half-done my Christmas shopping - thank YOU, Amazon.ca - but I obviously can't tell you what I bought. I feel like an old lady, and I made my mom laugh when I said so, but I can't tell you why. Apart from my newfound habit of snacking on dry cereal, that is. Mini Weetabix joins Frosted Mini Wheats on the list of cereals that are not allowed in my house because they make bad things happen.

We're doing a corporate fitness challenge at work. Track your minutes of exercise for the month of November, and become eligible for prize drawings. I did some projections today and between the gym and the daily walks to and from work, I can hit about 25 hours for November. This would be pretty good except I need to hit 40 hours to be eligible for the biggest prizes. True, I have no interest in those prizes, but it is a matter of pride. I might have to spend some time on Wii Fit. I have been neglecting it of late.

Yesterday, a group of us went on a walk down to the lake and back at lunch. Chad is one of the people responsible for running this show, which means I wind up being volunteered for such things. It's a good deal for me - I've already received two free t-shirts and a pedometer for my efforts. This marks the fifth pedometer I have owned, and the second one that I have received at work. Also, the second one that did not come out of a box of Special K.

I SO did not want to go to the gym tonight. I was tired - I didn't sleep well, and work was busy today. My workload tends to have peaks and valleys and after a relatively lengthy valley, we're heading up into another peak. Plus, I made myself a rather lengthy to-do list for when I got home. So when the day was done, I just wanted to pack up and take off. I talked myself into going to the gym on Wednesday and Friday, I packed up my stuff, I had my jacket on... and turned around and went to the gym. I'd like to pretend that it's because of my tireless work ethic, but really, I just wanted to get it out of the way.

I figured I might feel better about the gym once I got there. Turns out I didn't even have to get there before it all felt worthwhile.

As I walked through the hallways to the gym (which is in my office building), I encountered some guy. A janitor, maybe? He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and walking through the office after hours, so it seems like a reasonable guess. He had just finished up a conversation with some lady (another janitor?) and we wound up walking side-by-side.

"How's it going?" asked this guy who I had never seen before in my life.

"Oh, not too bad. Yourself?"

"Another day, another dollar, right? That's what I was just saying to her."

I nod. I have nothing I can add to that. So he carries on:

"Another day, another dollar. Men and women, boy, they sure treat their bank accounts differently."

At this point, I figured I was getting a joke. Those women sure do love shopping! And shoes! Or at least that's where I thought it was going. And we had hit the point in our journey where we were going to split off and head through separate doorways, so I was hoping we'd get there soon.

"My second ex-wife ran up my credit card by SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS. It took me two years to pay it off!"

Well. This was not where I thought this conversation was going.

"Yikes!" I said, for at least two reasons.

"And I am NEVER sharing a bank account with a woman again!" he said, as I turned to walk away. Oddly, even when I left, that didn't stop him. I could still hear him - because he was yelling, to make sure that I could hear him - about how she took his house and his this and his that and his whatever. I can't imagine why - in our brief time together, he seemed like such a charmer.

I have no idea why people feel the need to share these things with me. Or why I feel the need to share them with you.

Oh yeah, I forgot to weigh (ha!) in with my scores for the mint chocolate protein powder:

• Smell: 10/10. This stuff seriously smells like a mini box of Ovations on Christmas morning.
• Mixability: Kevin, who has tried lots of these things, gave it 9/10. I am new to the world of protein shakes, but I guess they can be gritty or chunky or generally gross. This kind mixes well, though.
• Taste: 8/10: Doesn't quite live up to the smell, but it's still really good. I bet if I mixed it with milk instead of water, it would hit 9/10. I might have to try that on Monday.

For the record, the only other kind I've had was Chad's chocolate and I didn't smell it, but I'd give it a 6/10 for taste. Not good enough that I'd look forward, but not a bad taste, either. I bet it would get to 7/10 with milk too. And he brought by the tub of tropical berry powder, and it gets 3/10 for smell. Not appetizing. But he says it tastes okay. I might try one on Friday.

Yesterday after work, Kevin and I were the only two people in the gym. We goofed around with the pullup assist machine and found that it didn't offset as much weight as it claimed to. Science was conducted and a graph will be built. Kevin said Chad would call us NERRRRRRRRRRRDS but if he does, he'll be the second to do so because Mika already did.

Chad, Internet shopper extraordinaire, just dropped off a giant vat - five pounds - of protein powder. He got Tropical Berry for himself; I chose Mint Chocolate. His smells... not good. But mine smells DELICIOUS. I just keep opening the vat and inhaling. It smells like those cookies with the chocolate wafer and the mint creme, and the whole thing is dipped in chocolate... you know the ones? Oh man. It smells like After Eights or Ovations. Or my favourite gum. I think I may have chosen very wisely.

I haven't tried it yet, though. I'm going to be really sad if it tastes like a butt.