So, I've been on weight watchers for three weeks! After thinking about killing a) everyone, b) everyone else, c) myself for the first week because I was so very, very hungry, I am now good! In fact, better than good. :D! I'm eating better and have discovered that when I don't eat take out 3-5 times a week, I have loads more money to spend on shoes. SHOES.

Okay, honestly, I bought a lot of clothes and socks right now. Next is pretty underwear! Don't care if that is TMI, I've got pretty underthings. Therefore, I win! After that, more shoes. FOREVER SHOES. Eeeh, shoes. :D

I've lost all of 1.5lbs so far, but hey! Weight has been lost, and my weight has been staying steady. I accept! I also feel better, so I'm not gonna knock it. Things that I've figured out that I love: egg whites with spinach.

Roommate and I hit the gym once a week together, and it's been awesome! I stay on the cardio machine for an entire half hour (no stops, no slow downs!) then do strength training. I'm married to the abductor/adductor and hip flexor machines. I will open those gates again! OPEN SESAME.

I'm going to start back on my p90x later in the week. I'm going to do the Lean program this time, and see if I can survive for more than 3 weeks at a time. I WILL WIN. No p90x2 unless I can make it through a p90x (omg, there will never be p90x2, AAAAAH).

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A life update? Ha, I don't have one.

I was named the official company stage manager for the radio theatre company I've done some work with over the last year. It felt nice to be validated in that way. :D It'll be nice once that starts up: no excuses, can't hermit! They'll drive me crazy, but they're good people. It'll be fun, even as I plan to kill people.

I had a little bit of mental downtime recently. I admit it: I tried to call my mom, and when I got "this number has been disconnected" message; I lost it a bit when it hit me again. I talked to her almost every day for 20 years. Sometimes, I forget. I still have thoughts like "I should totally tell Mom and Sister this."

Then, I had a bit of an attack of the mental gerbils. You know what I mean when I say that, right? You find yourself in a bit of a circle-jerk of logic: I feel left out, but if I talk to people about it, they will hate me because I'm being an ass for feeling that, so I'm not going to do anything. And circle circle, dot dot, repeat. I woke up one day and suddenly that feeling was gone. Don't you fucking hate that? NO REASON for it! And NO REASON for it to leave! Stupid brain chemistry.

I've had total dating failure lately. ;_; I am not offended by it nor do I think I am a failure. I am not unsexy nor unlovable. Just not attracting not!idiots. Or we are both awesome and not attracted to each other. I'm just annoyed, and my deep thoughts consist of "y u so hard?! D:!".

My boss continues to be Michael Scott except without any redeeming qualities. Maybe some strange amalgamation between Dwight and Michael. She might or might not be timing my bathroom breaks with an egg timer. Whatever, I'm awesome. Every time she annoys me, I wear jeans to work the next day. I'm wearing jeans a lot now! :D I plan to dye my hair purple this weekend. Best plan!

I give up. Ask me questions or for pictures!