I (re-)started my exercise program last week: 3 days of weights (as prescribed by the New Rules of Lifting for Women) and 2, sometimes 3 days of running on the treadmill (hey, I’ve got to get my Lost fix somewhere!).
But this week? No treadmill for me. See, I went out with a friend on Sunday. Into the sunshine. Little pale me. See where this is going? Didn’t really stop to THINK about how long I’d be out, just traipsed out blithely.
And burned. A lot. Across my chest (I was wearing a cardigan, so my shoulders and arms are safe). Unfortunately, the part of my chest that hurts so much is exactly the part where my sportsbras sit. Ow ow ow. So no running this week. *sigh* Way to go, Marste.
In other news, I’m consuming significantly less alcohol this week. (Yeah, I know that’s not saying much, but I’ll take any progress I can get, ok?) Actually, I feel better overall, so the drive to binge (either on food or alcohol) isn’t as bad this week. The last couple of weeks were rough, emotionally speaking, and things have sort of leveled out.
In other news . . . no, wait. That’s pretty much it for the food Crazies.
I talked to a mortgage broker this week though, and got some info about buying a house/condo. It’s totally do-able, but I’m completely freaked out anyway. I’ve been doing my budget over and over (and over and over) to make sure I can really afford what I’m looking at. And I can, but it’s harrowing anyway. A house – even a condo, which is what I’m likely looking at – is a LOT of money. Holy crapalanche.
Also, I’m thinking about getting a paralegal certificate to see if I really like entertainment law as much as I think I do. And if I DO like it, I might look at going to law school. All that’s still in the “thinking about” stage though, so don’t get too excited. 😉
Big things afoot around here. Let’s just say I’ll be glad to get back to the gym next week and burn off some stress on the treadmill.