I'm eating as usual, and making sure to be super hydrated on account of the weather, but the stress connection (though I am not feeling it, I'm just sad) is probably there. That's the theory I mentioned before. eta: I think

Sucks to have to make those kinds of decisions, ita. I hope you find a life drawing session at a time when you're physically up for it.

What a weird day. Got tired really early and I can't figure out whether it was eating too high glycemic or whether it was finally breaking down after a month or more of completely pushing the boundaries of my disability (my body is certainly entitled to break down at this point). Slept a lot of the day. Forced myself to go to the Farmers Market since it's only once a week.

The market was better than I expected. More organic producers than I remembered. Got to take a little walk through Barristers Nursery, which I think is owned by an ex-pat Brit. They specialize in English gardens but also have enough edibles there to be of interest to me. Too bad they have such a small triangular space, though. They're miles ahead of San Marino Nursery in quality and if they had more square footage they could carry more things I'd buy on a regular basis like Black Gold potting mixes and such. Beautiful place to hang out, though.

A pound a week is 500 calories less eaten or 500 calories more burned every single day. Maybe try to get a few snacks in. I am just worried because I know you are stressed and sad. That really takes a toll on the body too.

Suzi, want to see tattoo pics!

Eh, I have padding to burn, though I'd rather it be for a happy reason. And I've been nibbling on the work cookies this week (hormones. Swear, one week a month, I actually crave cookies,) so definitely not going short on food. I think my metabolism amps up when there's anything unusual going on. Which explains the last 3 years or so.

Well, she said she's still all for Christ, just not extreme politically right-wing Christians. Hey, me too!

It's like she woke up in 2004. Get in line, Anne Rice.

I think my metabolism amps up when there's anything unusual going on. Which explains the last 3 years or so.

Oh how I wish--at least then I'd get something out of being stressed--I'd be fine with being fat and happy! :)

They're building a medieval fortress in Arkansas, using medieval technology. [link] And you can visit during construction (which will take years) and talk to the stonecutters and carpenters and blacksmiths and textile people and everyone about what they're doing.

Garage sale stuff all done. I have more stuff in there than I thought, for just bringing stuff to my friends yard sale. My car is PACKED. Granted, I am selling a TV, so that and the kid seat take up some real estate. I think M is going to have to clutch some clothes or something on the way over to my friend's; good thing it's only a few blocks.

My body deals with stress by nervous eating, and my metab is NEVER fast. So I get sad and fat. YAY.

Oh, wow, Hil, I have to go see that! That's only 30 minutes south of my friend's place where I had my bachelorette thing. I am SO going down this fall!