Guilty

Just before my 90 minute presentation this evening I needed comfort food. So, a double Baconator (from Wendy's), fries and an insanely large Dr. Pepper later, I was chilled enough to deliver. After I got home, I started feeling guilty about all the crap I've shoveled into my body over the past couple weeks. (Yes, now you know why I haven't been posting on here.) Guilt.

And now I'm starting to feel it. You know, that Weird Al Yankovic-wannabe-Michael Jackson-type feeling. No, not this one. This one. Yep. That's me. Not really, but it's a good image for incentive.

And now for the good news! I exercised after I got home. And I'm gonna do it again tomorrow. Just watch me. (No, not literally. That's gross.)

Under Pressure

Cue the not-so-subtle Queen background music.

Stress is not good for me, my figure, or anyone who is around me at the time trying to watch their figures. Lately I've been eating to stay focused, eating to stay awake, eating to stay busy. Not good. I haven't weighed myself for...oh...I don't know...and I'm too lazy to look it up right now. I have been wearing a trial between the table and the fridge in the p.m. hours and a trial between my desk and the faculty room while daylight burns. I'll get back on track, though. I just need to figure out a way to do my seat time for my internship, my field observations, and my writing while riding a bike of snowshoeing or something (not that there's much snow to speak of).

P.S. Celebrating the Oreo's 100th birthday yesterday was not a good idea.