Ok, so this post really doesn't have much to do with the Navy, the bulk of it is going to be me whining about stuff, haha, sorry!!  Enjoy it anyway :-P

So on Tuesday, after an all hands call, I had to sit what's called a murder board for my warfare pin.  And no, for those of you who don't know, no one was actually murdered.  You sit in front of a panel of First and the occasional Second Class Petty Officers, and they drill you on every possible question from every section of your PQS.  This process took four hours total.  I felt ok until they started asking questions about a particular watch floor in my command.  Then I just felt absolutely retarded.  Fortunately my short-comings there weren't enough to fail me, so I still passed.  I just need to go back and talk to two of the First Classes about three sections in total (one was the one I thought I failed, the other two I just wasn't as strong as I could have been) as well as going to speak to every chief in the building.  I'm pretty excited about that one.

Unfortunately, later that evening I tried to qualify on the rifle.  Can we say epic fail???? I was qualifying with five guys, and at first I was doing really well.  I was beating all but one guy after the prone position rounds.  Kneeling was an entirely foreign concept to me, so I didn't do very well there.  But my archnemesis was the standing round.  I've never been very steady with standing and shooting anyway, and this was no exception.  My eye protection was in the way, the second set of hearing protection was in the way, and I was frustrated.  So needless to say, I didn't qualify :(  I almost feel ashamed because I've been taught how to shoot properly, by people who know exactly what the hell to do in combat and non-combat situations, but I still failed.  Granted, I've talked to two guys who I regard pretty highly and both of them agree the AR-15 isn't the best rifle anyway, and shooting it from the standing postion sucks.  So I didn't feel quite so bad, but still.  At least dinner came out well that night.  I made whiskey ribs with apple whiskey barbecue sauce and smashed garlic red potatoes for a friend who had helped me move into my  new place.  Not gonna lie, I was more worried about that not turning out than qualifying for rifle.

But on to the real whining.  Since I lost 50 lbs., I've been forever concerned with how I look, and my body composition.  Granted, being around guys who are completely cut doesn't make me feel any better, either.  So as per my general schedule, my weekly leg workout was Wednesday.  I upped the weight a little, since I'm only supposed to be doing a mid-level weight for this one, but damn I'm hurting!!!  I could hardly walk yesterday, so I did 45 minutes on an elliptical to try to push some of the lactic acid out of the muscles. Yeah, that didn't help.  Today, I'm stuck at work for 12 hours, which means the muscles will be given even more time to freeze up and get stiff.  I have a feeling I'll be wandering in circles just to keep blood flow up... ugh.  I get that beauty is pain, but really??  Oh well, what can you do?  If I ever hope to be really sexy and look good without clothes on, it's something I have to deal with.  I'm nowhere near where I want to be, so I'll be cracking down on my diet and exercise for a long time.  I hate the fact that the pressure is always on to be perfect.  There are days when it just makes me wish I'd been born a boy, not a girl.  At least then I wouldn't get dirty looks at the gym for using the free weights.  *le sigh*  Anyway, that's all I've got for now.  Next Wednesday I'll be home in Michigan for two weeks and I'll be pretty happy about that!