I had a bad, bad day today, involving pizza, an entire container of fat free coolwhip and many other anxiety-foods.  I can’t even get into it, but needless to say, I’ll be adding some exercise to my minutes for the week.  I feel fucking disgusting.  

Yesterday, though, was a good day: I exercised and ate well and soaked up the sunshine.  I am actually getting a tan from the beautiful weather, which, I swear, makes me look twice as good as I do in the winter, but it doesn’t usually happen until at least June.  

I can’t even bear to recount what I ate today; I’m afraid I might commit harakiri when I see it on paper.

Challenge so far:

Exercise minutes: 60\240

Miles; 4 so far

Water is up to par

1000 miles in 2009: 283

No daily awesome today.  Why did I do this to myself, why, why, why?  Oh well, onwards and upwards, tomorrow is a new day.