Apparently I broke myself. I guess I didn’t sleep especially well or something, because I was just dead exhausted today and feeling very fragile. So on my mommy’s advice I did some yoga, which helped, and am going to plunk down and watch a Hugh Grant movie while eating an instadinner which has no morally superiority as a food except it requires almost no effort on my part, and that’s all I care about.
Much more cheerfully, though, I have walked 100 miles in the last month! 103 miles, in fact, and I am very pleased with myself for that. I don’t think I’ll try to improve on that over the next month, because I suspect if I try I’ll fall completely off the wagon. But yay me!
miles to Minas Tirith: 103