First off, I know I haven’t been commenting anywhere, but I’m reading. Just FYI. I’ll go back to commenting soon, I swear.
No gym this week, which is ok and not-ok at the same time. I’ve been super-exhausted, so I need the sleep, but on the other hand, when I exercise, I burn off a LOT of stress, so I’m missing out on that. Whatever. I’ll care tomorrow. (Or the next day. Or the day after that. But for sure by Monday. For serious.)
I had cramps like crazy yesterday, so I ate crap all day. I don’t care what anyone says, when I have really bad cramps, I TOTALLY feel better if I have a candy bar and 2 glasses of wine for dinner. (Ok, 3. THREE glasses, are you happy now?! Cut me some slack, I was a paragon of self-restraint: did you read that I only ate ONE candy bar for dinner? ONE?! OK, then. ;D) Also trashy novels help. Studying for the LSAT did NOT help, but was totally necessary time-wise. (Except that I was tired and cranky, so I biffed 3 questions on the practice test – ones that I wouldn’t normally have missed. Dammit.)
In other news, have I mentioned that slow and steady may win the race, but it TOTALLY SUCKS ANYWAY? Have I? Because it does. It sucks a LOT. I have lost about 6 pounds in the last 6 weeks, and I’m pretty sure I gained 2 back this week, so that makes 4 pounds in SEVEN GODDAMN WEEKS. *snark, grump, bitch* I know that 6 in 6 isn’t bad, and given the last couple of weeks, even 4 in 7 isn’t too bad, but still. For someone who used to (and still could if I wanted to go there, WHICH I DON’T, I SWEAR, ok maybe a little bit butI’mholdingstrongIPROMISE) lose 3-4 pounds a WEEK, this 4 pounds in 7 weeks thing is FREAKIN’ TORTURE, ok?
Um. Have I mentioned that emotional exhaustion combined with a-little-more-but-still-not-enough-rest makes me emo? Because it does. In case you missed that. GOOD TIMES, PEOPLE. GOOD TIMES.
(Also, it makes me think I’m a martyr or something. I’ll just be over here in the corner with my enormous wooden cross, ok?) (Did I mention GOOD TIMES?)
In other news . . . Oh, wait. I have no other news. Well, except that I could keep bitching indefinitely, but it’s not really serving any purpose. I don’t even actually feel much better afterward. Mostly I’m just trying to get back in the habit of writing, and since I have nothing more interesting to say than bitching, this is what you get.
So if today’s post is any indication, you might want to skip the next few and start reading again in about a week or so. Unless you like the emo bitching, in which case, hey, stick around! I HAVE PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!
No, really. I really, really do.*
*Can I just say that I keep wishing I could be one of those bloggers who is always positive and manages to find the lessons and crap in everything? Or one of those folks who write things about How To Stay On Track When Everything Falls Apart? Seriously, I don’t know how some of these people marshal the strength.