Time Keeps On Spinnin' (Spinnin') Into the Future...

It can't only be Tuesday, can it? This past week and a half has been so busy I feel like it should be Friday already. I've got so much going on at work and school that I've been a little bit of a bitch, and not the sexy kind, either. I think my boyfriend was a little glad to get out of the apartment and away from me to go build a computer. It's strange to think guys need "me-time," too.

All the stress, pretty much from Friday afternoon through now, has made it difficult to prioritize. I've always let junk food comfort me when I'm going crazy trying to keep up, and I've wanted so desperately to rely on that crutch this week. I admit, Friday evening was a total splurge night. We're talking pizza, hot fries, doritos, AND cheetos. It was bad. And last night I had half a Woodchuck Amber and two cups of cereal. So now that I've said my Hail Marys, I'll add that even though I ate all that crap, I DID write it down, and count up the point values. I'll also add that it's woman's week, and this is the first that I haven't turned to fast food, potato chips, and chocolate to make the cramps go away (come to think of it, that didn't really make the cramps go away, but emotionally, I felt a lot better).

I've been going to the gym regularly, too. I'm alternating days with cardio and strength training, with Saturday as a rest day. I've been getting headaches every time I exercise, too. They're not bad, but just enough to be noticeable, and a major pain in the ass. I've heard that a lot of people get them, so I'm not too worried, but it's still something I need to check up on. I'm just a couple of weeks away from getting my first fitness goal prize--an Enell Sports Bra. I've been wanting one of these for years, but have never stayed on track long enough to warrant the cost. I have huge boobs, and there isn't a sports bra in creation that can prevent me from hitting myself in the chin when I run (okay, I'm not that hugely-breasted, but almost). Plus, it's Oprah recommended! :P