Life is but a dream, no?
|blouse-diane von furstenberg; pants- ann taylor|
In the tailspin, my fitness and exercise has only been "ok." I don't believe in excuses, but I will say that I had a run-in with a mugger last week during my morning run. I escaped unscathed, but have been a weeeee bit hesitant to take to the road again. I bought some jogger's mace that is set to arrive this week. Not that that's a solution or anything. If I could sleep a bit more, I could run later than 5 am. Gah!
In the meantime I've been eating my head off.
It's time to cut this shit out.
Stress.Is.Not.A.Game.: my roof fell in again; my dissertation is not writing itself; the dog has been weeing on the floor recently; my family drama(s) are in play; I'm broke (see "my roof fell in again"); I've had TWO deadlines (which means working 16+ hour days) and
It's time to cut this shit out. I need to find some balance, and fast.