I seem to fighting off either a cold, allergies, or possibly West Nile. Ugh. I hate being sick. Stuffed up and sort of warm is the worst kind of sick there is too, if you ask me. Oh well. At least today and tomorrow I just have one class, so I can sleep in a bit. Not that I slept in this morning or anything, but I did go to bed relatively early and will be able to rest some this afternoon.
Somehow, in spite of being totally unmotivated to do homework, I have not fallen horribly behind. I'm not as far ahead in Torts as I would like to be, but I should be caught up for today's class, then I can get ahead over the weekend.
My birthday was a bit depressing, but I did go to the one and only pub in town with a couple of people from skills class after we got out. That was kind of nice, certainly better than pouting at home and eating every single piece of chocolate in the house.
Progress on my little crocheted scarf is slow, but steady. Getting used to a slower pace of project completion is going to be difficult but I think I'll manage. Not having chunks of time to sit and work is a big adjustment. Or at least chunks of time I can sit and work and not feel like I should be reading property cases or civil procedure or something.
I'm a bit ashamed to admit this, but I have totally fallen off the WW wagon and I feel like crap about it. I seriously need to get my widening ass in to a center this weekend. I think I'm just embarrassed to do it. Which is patently absurd, and I know it. Of course, part of me is also terrified that I won't be able to stay on plan while in school, but again, this is a bit absurd. If anything, it might actually be easier. It's not like we have any really tempting food on campus, the one cafe place with food does have salads, and I can (and really should) pack my lunch. In fact, that might save me money in the long run. Besides, taking a bit of time on Sunday to plan out my meals for the week might be a good study break. Paying attention to my body can only be good for my mind.
Yeah. So I am going to screw up the courage to face the scale again on Saturday and go back. Again. Sigh. I just want to be thin and able to maintain. Is that so much to ask?
But this I vow, I will be at goal by my next birthday. So there.
1 comment:
go you!
get back on the wagon. you will feel SO MUCH better once you do.
I let my broken foot slow me down, and while I didn't gain any weight, I got flabbyish for not doing everything I could.
I'm back on the yoga and pilates wagon and I feel SO much better...and I'm getting the key to the gym room at my new apartment on saturday. YAY!
Keep your chin up, and happy birthday!
(and where on earth should I send the silly card?)
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