Get Your Guilt On!

Ah, Lent. I'm sticking by my regular standby and giving up chocolate. But, because sacrifice is negotiable (right?) I'm not giving up hot choc (I usually drink it instead of coffee), and I will give myself freebies for special events (i.e. birthdays). And I promise not to eat any of my other fallbacks (non-choc cake, cookies etc.) if there's fruit available. Hopefully that will improve my relationship with that horrible food pyramid thing.

Right? Right!

Ugh

Jogging today was like running through treacle. My body was rebelling at every step and I ended up having to stop 1 lap short of my target.

Gah. Before mono I was doing 2 miles straight. I want to be able to get back to that basic "I can run away from attacking Romero zombies" level of fitness. I'm at 1.5 now, and I swear that if I do get back to doing a consistent 2 miles by the end of the semester, I'll get me a tattoo.

Yeah, jogging = tattoos in my head. Don't know why that is.

And now for a second round of "ugh": an all-night grading marathon.

Whatever. I'm so taking the time out to watch Lost, so that I can have selenya point out what I missed at the next 'lude.