Tuesday, is it?

I woke up this mroning with absolutely no clue what day it is. I thought maybe it was Monday but I remembered going to work yesterday. Then I thought it must have been Thursday cuz it felt like the weeknd was coming soon. Not until I was in the shower was I absolutely sure today is Tuesday. It was so confusing. Like, truly baffling. I am glad that has passed.

I came home last night needing some sort of crazy release and decided instead of going to happy hour with Sunny or getting something extra yummy for dinner, I would just walk until I felt better. Instead of tv, I listened to my ipod - some great old froofy trance I have. I walked like my life depended on it (and I guess it sort of does.) It felt so good. I felt like I got some of my frustrations that I have been feeling out. I worked past some of my constant worries that have been around. I just kept going til I felt physically better, if at the same time slightly exahusted andmaybe a little bit nauseous. It felt good though. I actually worked out to feel better at that very moment - not for some great goal in the distant future. It's all paying off too. As of this morning, on my scale that may or may not be correct, I am down 12 pounds. 12 freakin' pounds. I am only 7 pounds away from what I lost doing atkins and I have already relost the weight I gained with quitting smoking. Not too f'ing bad. Here's a new chart for your viewing pleasure:



I go sign a new lease tonight. I am excited to move. I am excited to move on.