Apparently I shoulda gotten up to write this morning, as I just noticed I’m 1300 words away from 30K. But, well, I didn’t, and now I have a headache. *futzes around* Guess I’ll post this. Not much to report this morning. :)
whoosh
Ok, so I went to the gym anyway. And the weight room was closed! But I had 100 minutes or so before Ted was due to come pick me up! So I walked! And then Dad arrived! So we walked! And we discovered (well, it was a discovery to ME; Dad knew about them) MORE HALLS for walking! So now my circuit is 1.25 miles instead of .8 miles! So I walked 4.5 miles! My feet hurt! And I wrote 450 words on TQB. Go me! ytd wordcount: 28,700 miles…
psychological warfare
~o Every single night, the same arrangement I go out and fight the fight o~ I’m supposed to go to the gym tonight. The prospect fills me with doom and gloom. Not for any sensible reason, because I know I’ll feel better after going, but *whiiiiiiiine*. I don’t *waaaaant* to. And it’s really tiresome to go through this same mental process every time I think about going to the gym. I donno how to reboot it, though. It’s not quite as bad when I get into the habit, which I’m…
duh
Duh. I remembered at about 12:30 that Ted had said he had a meeting today, although he hadn’t said what time it was. I stopped waiting for him to come home so I could have lunch with him, and just nuked some potato chowder. Which is still *extremely* good. And I had a couple cookies for dessert. So *there*.
food
I want to eat a lot, today. It’s not that I’m particularly hungry. I’m bored. I had an apple. It wasn’t inspiring. I’ve drunk water. Also lacking in the inspiration department. I had breakfast at 8, and that was fine, but now what I really want is, like… fudge. A lot of fudge. The good news is I haven’t got any, so I can’t eat any, but man. :P I haven’t started eating cookies, because they’re not really what I want, but … :P Just :P