I slept really hard last night.

Then I woke up and decided to get on the scale for the first time in about 7 weeks. OMG, do I have to get back on the diet/exercise train!! I haven't exercised since the end of August, and the food I've been eating lately has been really crappy (lots of graham crackers, trail mix, and the occasional small ice cream container). So, the last of the sweets is on the common food table for the department, my swim bag is in the car for after work, and I will be going to my support group meeting after my swim tonight!!

Since mid-August I've gained 20 pounds. Aggghhh!!!

My goal is to lose 25 pounds by the end of the year. That'll finally get me down 200 pounds all told since the surgery. And then, I'm going to lose 30-40 more pounds by the end of June, when I'm going to England/Scotland. But more important, I'm going to be fit by then! I want to be able to walk all around London without getting out of breath, and then crawl into those tombs on Orkney without hearing my knees creak.

Good for you for getting back on track, Kathy. That's hard, but you'll be happier for having achieved your health goals.

I feel like I might be getting sick, but not quite bad enough to go home. Blargh.

Go home! I've spent half the morning arguing with people who are sick and coughing and infecting the rest of us but who won't go home. I'm about to send another person home (at her request) as a defensive move because she picks up every illness that goes around.

This is a tumblr for billytea. Maybe he knows all that stuff already, and just wants to refresh his memory and revisit old times. Fucking moray eels fuck.

Hey, Gud, if you see this, can you offer a Beltonie's opinion on where this house is, school districts? My friends are seriously thinking about making an offer on this, and I'd love to have your insider townie viewpoint: [link]

This is a tumblr for billytea. Maybe he knows all that stuff already, and just wants to refresh his memory and revisit old times. Fucking moray eels fuck.

Oh, I like that. I did not actually know about the moray eel's pharyngeal jaws (though I did know about the isopod that parasitises fish's tongues, and there's a career option few people really consider). Bookmarked!

I hear ya, Kathy. I am starting a more strict regimen today, as I weighed myself this morning and saw 182 on the scale. That is a LOT for someone five foot three, I tell you what and is the most I've ever weighed. Apparently, eating chocolate all day is not the way to a more healthy weight. Go figure.

Good luck on the job, flea!

I went to bed a little early last night, but the end of DST made it not-so-hard to get up at 5:30 so I could go to the gym. So now I am exercised, with pleasantly sore arms from lifting weights, and showered and fed.

The down side will be leaving the office in almost full darkness, boo. Still, I like getting some light in the mornings, although it'll still be too dark to run at 6 AM until February or March. Sigh.

I love DST. It's not-DST that kills me. I'm only partially conscious in the morning, and I'm fine with being partially conscious in the dark. One year during the energy crisis we got double DST, which was lovely. It doesn't actually save much energy, though.