A few weeks ago I decided I needed to really focus on losing some weight. I was heavier than I think I'd ever been and my clothes were starting to feel a little too tight. I still felt like I basically looked good, but I knew I could look better and, what's more, I could feel better. So I resolved to lose 10 pounds. (Once I've lost those 10, I' ( Read more... )

I've been very stressed out lately (not just in the last week or two, but over the last few months), and I've gained some weight during that time. I've just recently passed the point I can consider acceptable gains and now must attempt to lose a few pounds or continue to feel bad about myself ( Read more... )

I'm developing muscles. I can feel them growing. I can even see some of them--sort of.

Yay for muscles!

I love swimming. I'm going just about every day for short periods and I feel wonderful because of it.

I hate grading. I have already found two plagiarized papers while grading American literature papers (and I've only graded six papers so far).

That is all.

I haven't even come close to playing tennis since I was 13 (and even then I didn't really play tennis so much as I occasionally hit a tennis ball back and forth with the neighbor boy in the middle of the street), but today I went and played tennis with Aaron ( Read more... )