9 days

Stoopid birthday fast approaching, a week from Friday.

What this means is that I'm making myself take the stairs (at work and at the studio). It means I'm going to walk home, catching the bus only if I'm running too late to get all my crap done at home before leaving for the show.

It means for SURE making it to the 8am class, despite probably getting in around 1am tonight.

It means I'm back to Googling carbs and chugging my water and actually really pushing myself in my workouts.

I'm not going to pull off any miracles in the next 9 days, but I refuse to assess excuses and regrets. "37" is going to be enough of a bummer as it is.

In other news, new show Friday nights. That brings us to 4 weekly, and 1 bi-weekly. 18 shows a month. No wonder I'm flippin exhausted.

40

So, if the scale is to be believed, I've lost 40 lbs. Being (horribly) sick was a slight hiccup, but the last few lbs. have (I think) been the result of hitting the gym.

Except, it's not a gym it's a 'studio' whatev, I go, sweat (sometimes it's hard, sometimes not so much) and leave feeling good. I'd forgotten how much I love taking that time for myself.

I (for real this time) now have the last 10 legit to lose. I'm probably fine stopping now, but for once I'd actually like to see how fit I can be (vs. being 'good enough' or 'not bad').

B-day's coming up in a couple weeks. Am hoping to be able to justify shopping.

In other news, broke it to work that an exit strategy may be in order. Radio silence since, but know this 'lull' can't last long. Something's gotta give, and I'm not signing the freelance disclosure stuff, nor am I foregoing my stake in cyberaoke. Doh.

More later, just wanted to plot this milestone. Am already working on the next one.