Weather Girl, Where's Your Forecast?
I have a car! I've named her Sylvia (as in, "Who is Sylvia? What is she / that all our swains commend her?" Apparently she's a dark blue Honda Civic.) (And yes, I realize that I need to stop using Shakespeare like this, since it just makes me look pretentious.) Best Easter present ever, y/y?
I dragged my brother all the way to Wash U so I could look something up at the library...only to discover that the Special Collections section is only accessible on weekdays. Nice. Fortunately I work better around him, since his insane academic drive is contagious, so I at least managed to finish my research prospectus - the trip wasn't a total bust.
What is a bust: I've b/p-ed for the past four days in a row. So I'm trying to get back on track, starting today. I had cereal and a small banana (and a multivitamin) for breakfast, then worked out for forty minutes. "Lunch" was yogurt-covered pretzels and a small latte. (250 + 490) - 340 = 400. Considering I'm supposed to be taking in 2000, that's basically nothing, but for some reason it makes me really uncomfortable. Which is ridiculous, since it's not like I restrict on a regular basis anyway; 400 should not seem like a lot to me. But 118 is still hissing in my head, a constant background chorus.
At the same time, I want Skittles. I am a fucking loser.
I'm not supposed to think like that. Too bad it's probably true. Anyway, I wish the sun would come out.
I dragged my brother all the way to Wash U so I could look something up at the library...only to discover that the Special Collections section is only accessible on weekdays. Nice. Fortunately I work better around him, since his insane academic drive is contagious, so I at least managed to finish my research prospectus - the trip wasn't a total bust.
What is a bust: I've b/p-ed for the past four days in a row. So I'm trying to get back on track, starting today. I had cereal and a small banana (and a multivitamin) for breakfast, then worked out for forty minutes. "Lunch" was yogurt-covered pretzels and a small latte. (250 + 490) - 340 = 400. Considering I'm supposed to be taking in 2000, that's basically nothing, but for some reason it makes me really uncomfortable. Which is ridiculous, since it's not like I restrict on a regular basis anyway; 400 should not seem like a lot to me. But 118 is still hissing in my head, a constant background chorus.
At the same time, I want Skittles. I am a fucking loser.
I'm not supposed to think like that. Too bad it's probably true. Anyway, I wish the sun would come out.