I have finally returned from Yakima (definition: a horrible ‘city’ 4 hours east of where I live, where every member of my immediate family now lives) and am recouping with a couple episodes of 30 Rock, six chapters of the book I’m reading (just for fun!! hah, suck it, school!), a bigass bottle of club soda and some dried mango.  I actually consider my visit to be an almost complete success: I saw all the family members I owed a visit to, helped out at the Seasons, threw my dad an early Father’s Day dinner, exercised 4 out of the 5 days I was gone, had NOT A ONE bad food episode (excepting a cup of frozen yogurt or two) and managed to get at least 5 hours of sleep every night I was there (which is quite a bit, considering I’m usually too anxious at my parents house to get more then 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep).  The hike with my sister was beautiful and a veritable paradise for my dogs, who have been sleeping for nearly 30 hours.  Every day, they swam in the lake my parents live on, ran around in the gigantic adjacent field, and generally had a blast.  My sister is looking extremely pregnant and her and Sandro seem to be in a fairly pleasant holding pattern, though the whole thing is a complete nightmare.  

I’m feeling pretty great right now; I’m back to having diet momentum!  Also, when I got home today, I called David, who I was seeing casually a couple months back.  We never actually did the deed, but we fooled around a whole lot.  He was pretty square and boring, but a nice guy, with a good job and a quality sense of humor.  Hot, too.  Anyhoo, I have been struggling with the sex thing for this entire year, since Jason moved away.  It’s been almost a year since I actually had sex with someone and I think I’ve been making too big a deal of it, wanting it all to be exactly as I plan it and with some wonderful, perfect, hilarious and weird guy that materialized out of nowhere, with no body anxieties or obsessive attachment on my part.  But, I’m over that now- when you stop getting laid for awhile, you forget how important it is.  In any case, my point is that I’m going to go for it with David.  I know he cares about me and we pass time together pretty easily.  I don’t want anything serious, but I’m freaking lonely.  I need some physical contact.  This has been the longest dry spell ever in my adult life.  I keep thinking that if I start having casual sex with someone, I’ll get all crazy like I used to when I was drinking.  Up until now, the risk has felt too scary to take, but it’s spring, I’m spending about 2 hours a day sexually fantasizing about my True Blood crush (ah, Sam), it’s been nearly a year since I knocked boots with anyone and I’m getting back in better shape.  It’s time; I’m going for it.  David’s into it, so we made dinner plans for Monday night and we’ll see what happens after that.  Noah’s promised me he’ll keep an eye on the situation; if I start getting overly attached to the whole thing, he’ll give me the heads up.  I’m a big compartmentalizer when it comes to my sex life, anyways, so I think it’ll come in handy for a sex-friendship.  I’m going for it; I’m sick of holding myself back from things that I want because of who I used to be (a crazy bar whore and someone who slept with the same complete douchebag for three years when I first moved to Olympia, even though I never liked his personality).  I’m a grown woman, I’m in control of myself, I can take control of my own physical needs as well.  I’m sick of living within my comfort zone.  

Also, I’m super excited to really kill it this summer.  I’m getting skinnier, I can tell.  It all seems like a drop in the bucket still, but it’s getting more and more obvious each day that I’m getting back in shape.  I’m sick of dragging my own fat ass around and it feels good to be back to doing something about it.  

Breakfast: no

Lunch: sushi restaurant, Chirashi don buri- sashimi over rice with raw veggies, miso soup, 2\3 sushi roll with avocado, tempura shrimp, crab

Dinner: 6 slices dried mango, 1 sandwich with 2 slices olive bread, sliced chicken breast, 2 slices swiss cheese, 2 servings tortilla chips with chipotle salsa

Snack: 10 wheat thins, about 2 ounces brie (shit!)

Exercise: not today

1000 miles in 2009: 508.5

Song of the Day: It Hurt So Bad, by Susan Tedeschi

Daily awesome: Stop motion video, yay!