175.6...I've been "practicing maintenance."

Actually, I've just been spending the last four weeks being lazy and cooking up all those delightful treats I didn't have time for over last semester. (Well, okay, I did try exercise right after graduation, and I learned an important lesson about diving headfirst into sprinting when my back had been sending me very clear signals for the past two weeks that it was looking for any excuse to seize up and send me into a world of pain. Fortunately now I have a supply of vicodin and muscle relaxers for the next time that happens.)
But four weeks has been long enough...it's time to get back on track. I bought a treadmill yesterday (and hauled it up two flights of stairs with the help of a Burly Male...we are SO AWESOME, but I am incredibly sore now) and that treadmill and I are already becoming great friends. My fridge is again stocked with cottage cheese, baby carrots, and other sensible snacks. I've started lifting again (although I think after hauling that treadmill up the stairs I'm giving my poor legs a couple days rest before my thighs fall off or something). I'm well-rested, I don't have school or work commitments until late August...in short, there's nothing to stop me now. Goal, here I come!