I have no idea how this happened...

But I'm down almost 6 and a half pounds since I weighed in last. I'd love to say I've been doing everything right, but that's a lie, and you all would know it. I have a suspicion that the beautiful "197" won't last long (I'm serious, there has to be something wrong with my scale...), but I'm going to try to keep it around a few weeks more.

I've been struggling with my decision to not journal the foods and exercises I do. In the past, it's kept me on track when everything else has failed, and watching my progress in writing is gratifying, but I simply don't need another thing on my plate (har. har.) right now. I've got 3 discussion classes to lead, and three seminars of my own to do well in. I'm busy meeting new friends (finally!) and trying to learn my way around a new city. And also, I've got these stinkers running around the place now:

I have to spend time with these babies, right?

In the meantime, my pantry and fridge are stocked with healthy foods. My classes are scheduled so that I've got time to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner (which should really make my students like me a whole lot more...).

I still haven't quite gotten the whole gym time thing down yet. One thing at time, though, I wouldn't want to exhaust these two:


I adopted these two on Thursday. And so I don't have to keep calling them 'these two,' I'd like to come up with some names for, well, these two. Help!

Hold On, and Let Me Check My Schedule

Does anyone else ever feel that weight loss and fitness crowd out everything else in life? Simply, there aren't enough hours in the day. Maybe I'm just feeling the mid-semester crunch, but I'm ready to punch someone in the nose (if I punched several people, could I count it as a workout?). I had a midterm yesterday that covered Anglo-Saxon literature from Beowulf, through Benedictine reform, and up through Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. I have a history test today on the beginning invasions of World War I. I have a play I need to finish writing before the auditions start (cutting it close, are we?). The thesis I'm supposed to be finishing? Haven't touched it. I haven't swept my floors in 2 weeks. I'm running out of things to cook. I show up at work and my desk is absolutely covered with things that no longer fit in my task box. My friends are beginning to file missing persons reports on me, and I think my boyfriend wonders if I've taken vows of celibacy.

I didn't think I would ever need to schedule out every hour of my day, but it's getting to that point.