Still Fluffy

The fluffy thing is lasting longer than I thought it would.  I shouldn't complain though.  I've only been to the gym a handful of times in the past few months, so I haven't actually been doing anything about.

Or rather, not much.  I stopped eating like a glutton, which also helped my wallet.  But now when I step on the scale at the rare occasion I am at the gym, I find it very hard to swallow the number it shows me.  It is NOT, however, that hard to realize daily that my pants are too tight and I cannot afford a new wardrobe.

The ironic thing here, is that I cannot afford a new wardrobe, not because I do not make enough money to support myself, but rather because I've already spent several years worth of spending money on my credit cards.

...On clothing appropriate for exercising.





I guess I should fix one of those two problems, that of proper fit and fitness, by utilizing that which also makes me broke.


Yes?  Yes!  Good idea I say to myself.




So to get rid of some extreme frustration at work I went running last night.  It felt good.  And by good I mean horrible and slow and disappointing.  The happy news is that I'm sore from it today, but my knee doesn't hurt (old injury, ITB) and I know I can do better next time.

I'm calling this an auspicious beginning.  I am in the absolute worst shape of my life at this point, I am also the heaviest I've been since highschool, and I know I can change all that.  I remember very well what it feels like to be fit, and am very much looking forward to feeling like super girl again.


Wish me luck, and if you're so minded, pray for me.  I'll need all the motivation I can muster.  Ciao.

I'm getting fluffy

I can't remember the comedian's name, but he's a big guy, latino, and his catch phrase is that he's not fat, he's fluffy.

I discovered (or rather, finally admitted) that I'm getting rather fluffy. After showering yesterday I noticed a little pad of fluffiness on my back that has never been there before. Right over my tail bone. I suppose this means I've finally outgrown my teen and young adult metabolism, and cannot, in fact, eat whatever I want without exercising it off and expect to remain slim.

It's a beautiful night, and I have new tunes. I'm skipping my daily dose of fiber to take a long fast walk. We'll see how long this fluffy thing lasts.

Very Sporadic

Turns out I'm not much on the blogging. I signed in to Ravelry for the first time in...months? A year? Addictive site! Going on vacation next week and had to line up a few projects to take with me.

I plan on bringing the peach colored Malabrigo laceweight with me and pick up on the meandering vines scarf I started. Possibly one or two other smallish portable projects as well. Perhaps my first Clapotis?