Week 15

It's week 15. I'm sitting here, about to write a blog post about how I exercised for a week and gained 1.5 lbs, while eating a toasted bagel with cream cheese at 10 pm. But let's just let that go because there is a perfectly good reason that I am eating a bagel at 10 pm. Stress. I am a stress eater. I'm also a feeling sad eater. And a feeling angry eater. I am a bored eater. And, of course, a celebratory eater. Let me just crunch the numbers....yup...yup...click click click...carry the 1...uh-huh...my calculations tell me that the only time I am not eating is when I am sleeping or talking. Wait, scratch that, I just asked Wade a question with a gigantic bite of bagel in my mouth. So only sleeping.
The weekend passed, a long weekend with PLENTY of opportunities for me to study. And I didn't. And right now I should be studying but I'm not. I should be sleeping since I am supposed to get up at 5 am to run. But I'm not. This stuff isn't easy. But I guess all the good stuff in life really isn't easy. Okay...okay...no more stalling. Good night.

Super. Epic. Flop.

This is what it was supposed to look like.This is what it actually looked like. It wasn't pretty or particularly tasty, but it was kinda fun. I may try it again with a better cake recipe. Oh, well. #15 off the list.

Oops

So I had a minor set-back this morning when my power went out and I slept until 8:40. This is a problem for 2 reasons A) I am supposed to be at work by 8 am and 2) I should have been running about 3 hours earlier. So, no gym today. But I'm not stressing. Just have to do the best that I can do. I'm realizing on this journey that you just can't take yourself too seriously. It's all about a quick recovery time, in exercise and in life. I'll be back at it tomorrow.