wednesday weigh-in...not

Don't get all crazy on me, I'm just mixing things up this week. I also have no scale at my disposal today, so there.  Let's just say that I'm probably the same as last week - maybe a bit less - and I still have upper arm bat-wings and an ass-shelf.  As in, would you like to rest your glass of wine on my ass shelf?  Fortunately, I am hiding my FUPA today with the extra-strength control-top black opaque tights that are a big girl's best friend in the winter months.  Believe me, in a pair of tights and a cute and basic dress I got at Target (in the regular-sized girl section, yay me) last week for $11, along with a cardigan to cover the ass-shelf, I look pretty okay.  Naked?  Not so much.

So, here's a new feature on the blog.  Let's call it The Amazing Adventures of Jen14221 In Her Second City. Which is Philadelphia.  I love Philly - the food, the architecture, the shopping, the tourism, the museums, the mother-fucking crazy baseball fans, the homeless guys who drop trou and piss on the train platform - I love it all.  Except for maybe that last one.

I love that I can walk exactly one mile from my hotel to the office.  I love that I can stop and get a Starbucks or Dunkie's on the way to work.  I love that I can hop on the train if I need to.  I love that the city stays awake after 5pm.  I love that I am being paid to work and stay here 3-4 days every week with a $35 per diem to spend on coffee, or tapas, or red wine on a daily basis.  I love that I can sit in my jammies and watch bad TV and order chicken finger room service if I want, or skip dinner completely and go to bed at 7:30pm.  I can use the hotel gym and watch 'The Biggest Loser' while walking the treadmill at 15% incline for exactly one minute until I poop out and do the rest of my 45 minute workout on 2.5% incline. 

Yesterday I took a stroll after working with some very nice clinicians at the oldest hospital in the US and have some photographic evidence of why I love Philadelphia.

 

Here's a darling little cemetery, filled with people wo died in the 1700's.  Right in the middle of the city.

 

The cutest little house for sale on 8th Street.  Probably too pricey for me, but still cute.

 

Such a narrow street.  No cars allowed!  I'm glad the PPA is doing their job here.  It reminds me of Beacon Hill in Boston, except in Beacon Hill, cars would totally be parked all over the sidewalks. 

 

A restaurant that specializes in Belgian Waffles.  Must go here.

 

The name of this shop makes me laugh and laugh.  Irony is fabulous.

  

And then after a while, I got tired of walking and my ears were cold so I hopped the bus.  For two bucks you can get just about anywhere.  I lived in Boston for 18 years and I remember that the busses sucked big dicks out loud.  Not in Philly.  These busses are fabbity.

Yes, sometimes I get tired and cranky and kind of hate Philadelphia.  But mostly I love it.

Comments

[sara]

Jen,
You do rock!!! I want to come to Philly! Tell me when, and I will take a day off and come drink red wine and eat tapas with you.

Hugs, Sara

[Em]

A 15% incline! You're nuts. Thanks for the great post. Just watched our first episode of It's always sunny in Philadelphia last night and loved it.

I'm off to the gym to use the treadmill on a (gasp) 0% incline.

[Pauldub]

Have you seen the Mutter Museum yet? If not, you gotta go. Good stuff.