Well, it’s been a while since I last posted; I have been INSANELY busy.  Since I last wrote, my sister had a beautiful baby boy (Lucas Jose, 7 pounds 9 ounces, 72 hours of mild labor contractions followed by Pitocen and 30 minutes of pushing), I broke up with David, gained a ton of weight (I think), moved home to Seattle and threw out my back.  I have been packing and moving this whole week- I still have to clean out my old apartment of all the leftover stuff- not to mention many, many trips to Goodwill to drop off some of the junk I’m having such a hard time letting go of.  Noah and I ended up moving his apartment the Friday before last (it just so happened he found a new place at exactly the same time I was moving) and mine this past Friday.  I don’t know how it could possibly have come to pass that we ended up doing the damn thing ourselves but all the people I know well enough to ask for help are currently unavailable having either recently given birth, moved out of town or are attending school.  So it was just us and an hour of help from Chance (who drove like a bat out of hell up to Seattle from Olympia to help for a short time, as he had work AND school that day).  We filled a 17 foot moving truck full to the brim with all my furniture and personal items and then unloaded that bitch in 2 hours (we were hustling to get the truck back down to Olympia on time, which is a two hour drive from Seattle during rush hour).  So Saturday I woke up chipper and cheerful and ready to get started putting all things in their right places and after about an hour of putting away dishes and breaking down boxes and dragging the random wicker furniture my mom has into the garage (I swear, it’s the weirdest thing, she has one piece of the foul stuff in every room- a sassy blond wicker chair here, a miniature ottoman, stained white, there- it’s very weird as she generally has more sophisticated taste), I realized that I could barely stand up and that my back felt like someone had stabbed me with a hot poker.  Ever since then, I’ve been in various states of repose.  I can’t really move around, I’m walking like I’m 90 years old and I’m had to take codeine yesterday, which makes me terribly, allergically nauseous but I had to take it for the CRAZY pain.  I’ve never had a back injury before but this shit is no joke!  I’m going stir crazy and the dogs are starting to wig out- I can’t even really walk them the past couple of days.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better and I can stick with my Aleve regimen of today, rather than Saturdays vomitous codeine.  I’m dying to get the house set up and to get some goddamn exercise and I’m just praying that my early bedtime, hot bath and reliance on painkillers will make for a more pleasant and productive day tomorrow.  Glad to be moved up here, though I’m having some intense and conflicted feelings about it.  I need two strong, fresh weeks, leading up to my birthday, at which point I’m throwing a completely unhealthy dinner party- going to try out all manner of elaborate recipes that I would never make for just myself (for dietary reasons and because I’m a very good, but very, very lazy, cook) and sample all of them with the joie de vive of a girl who doesn’t (still!) have 80 pounds to lose.  I have racked up 68 miles on the pedometer since I last wrote, though, so, there’s some concrete evidence that at least a modicum of regular exercise was had, but I have certainly not been faithful to my routine.  This is one of the reasons I’m so enraged about my sudden and debilitating (if only for two days so far, hmpph) injury- I want to get everything set up so I can really establish my routine here.  I’m thinking that I’ll just modify what was working for me before, but I’ll have to scale it back a little earlier, as I’ll be commuting to Oly 3 days per week.  My plan goes as such: wake up around 8, take the dogs to the dog park adjacent Green lake, walk around Green Lake (3 miles), come home for some stationary bike, then exercise video action.  Possibly I’ll break it up so I’m doing stationary bike only in the morning and then an exercise video at night or vice versa, but this is my plan.  I have one year and two weeks to complete my weight loss journey (got to kick my fat self to the curb before I’m thirty, I mean, bitch, please).  I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

Will get back to regular food journaling, daily awesoming, and mile totalling soon, but not tonight, eh, except milage for the year which is now. . . 796.5- getting close, y’all, but I need to push it through these next two and a half months to get to 1000 by New Years Day.  Hope all you ladies are doing well out there.