Big, exciting news! This morning, the gym opened early. And that’s not even the exciting part. The exciting part is that I was able to do twenty minutes on the elliptical — mostly pain-free. Words cannot even begin to describe how euphoric I am about this. And I was even able to run across the street to make the light, also without waddling like a penguin!
I’m kind of on a roll lately with finding “steals” … I got a five-count box of these granola bars for $1.29.
Good thing I didn’t hate them! They were a tiny bit too sweet for me, but nothing overpowering.
Even though I could see the flax seeds, I couldn’t actually discern them in the flavor or texture when eating it, which is good to me because I hate seeds.
Romaine, beets, alfalfa sprouts, and a mesquite lime Primal Strip.
Mixed with sauteed eggplant. Can we try to keep the remarks about its revolting appearance down to a minimum? Thanks.
The Fall 2010 class schedule was released. I have a dilemma. I have four classes left before I graduate; at the rate I’m going, I am set to graduate after Spring 2011. That’s two classes per semester. Problem: there is nothing for me to really take! Either they’re cores which I’ve already taken, or they’re classes geared toward a specialty not my own. And another thing: I tentatively worked out the only possibilities, and that would have me taking Wednesday classes. If I do that, I’d have to miss three weeks due to holidays again. And after all of those calculations, I realized that I only had 1/3 pages of the schedule printed out. Once I got the entire thing, the problem shrank … but only slightly. I am still having trouble cobbling together something that actually makes sense.
My other alternative is to take summer classes. If I take two classes in Summer I and two classes in Summer II, I will be able to graduate at the end of July (2010). But I might also not be alive to see it, because it would mean going to class until 9.30 every night of the week, after working all day; that leaves no time to study. At all. Then again, once I graduate, moving out is a much greater possibility. But like I said… I would have to be alive to do that. It seems kind of stupid to kill myself like this over a year, doesn’t it?
Oh, and I am completely and utterly f***ed. I received a letter today from my insurance company; as of April 1, my therapist will no longer be in their network of providers. I have no idea why she hasn’t mentioned this to me, but there is no way I can afford her fee 100% out-of-pocket. I am not about to start over again with someone else, because then I’ve just wasted the past couple of years since it takes so long for me to open up to someone. In short, I am screwed. I know what I need to do. But I also know that I can’t do it on my own. It’s kind of pathetic that I have to pay for support, but that’s life, and it sucks sometimes. I saw my nutritionist tonight and I mentioned this to her, and it seems like she knew about this. What I’d like to know is why didn’t I?!
And in totally random news unrelated to anything, the skin I had on my phone tore.
So I got a new case.
One of my favorite shades of blue!
I know, I know, this post is already long, but I want to do this before it slips my mind… Cammy passed this award on to me.
- I am a natural blonde
- I weighed eleven pounds at birth
- I’ve never taken the SAT
- I can’t walk in high heels
- I am allergic to tomatoes
- I was kicked out of preschool
- I’ve caught a home run ball at Yankee Stadium
Pick the truth!
I’ll shut up now. Have a lovely Tuesday!
“It’s not stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it.”
P.S. Don’t forget my giveaway!