Over

Man oh man, I am glad this week is over. It's been stressful. So stressful I had a really hard time calming down in yoga, and actually muttered "shut up" under my breath towards the woman two over who kept lasciviously sighing and didn't do half the postures. Not that any of that really matters, because it's her practice and not my problem. But I feel like if I can keep my farts in, you can keep your moans in, so shut it already.

Whew, a little yoga angst there. Deep blue ocean, deep blue ocean.

I also realized this week that I've lost 5 lbs. It started with the stomach flu, which is how it started the last time I lost weight. So all that writing I've been doing about having gained weight and not being able to fit into my clothes, faugh. Well, since I've gone and fucking lost weight and I'm not interested in eating much anymore, and the only food I can think of that I would like to eat is seaweed salad, and nothing else is very tempting and I still get nauseous after I eat sometimes, I am worried that I just spent scads of money on pants that fit and now maybe they won't fit in two months. Bah. BAH.

I think I need to eat some real food even if I don't feel like it, and go to bed early. Maybe that will stave off the giant crank I can feel breathing down my neck. Or through my fingers.