Right now, I'm wasting time blogging, when I need to be working. But I'm in a creative mood. [Writer's block moment.] Okay, apparently I'm not. Apparently, I just don't want to work, 'cuz I've got nothin' to say.
But I was 113 this morning. Holding steady at a decent weight -- not skinny, not buff, but at least I'm not sausage-stuffed into my clothes like I was a few months ago. I've done 2 strength training workouts this week. And I'm eating like 5 calories a day. (Mostly. Every once in a while I go insane and stuff bad things in my mouth -- like a giant, delicious, cc cookie yesterday. But I deserved that.) And I've got new work out DVDs -- Gilad up the wazoo. And, when Ena gets done showing off with her little "marathon" thingie, we're gonna maybe skate or something. I almost ordered some Landroller skates (the ones the Dog Whisperer wears). But for $200 I think they should make my size. I'm a 5.5 or 36 EU and they start at 6/37, which is really a 6.5. So, rather than stuff the things with insoles and thick socks and whatnot, I think I'll wait for the children's version of these things, which, I am told, is being "rolled out" (thank you very much) this year.
Gotta go. New patio furniture arrives today, so I'm planning another break later.
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