Sometimes, I really hate that scale

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I know that a 2 pound gain, especially since I’ve only been working out again for like a week and a half, is nothing to worry about. I know my weight fluctuates that much anyway. But it still sucks. sigh

Im trying to get beyond that, but it’s really bugging me. Other than soreness, there is simply no results at all. Not even like a bit of tightening in places. And working out makes me tired for the rest of the day. Regardless of how much I do, how long, etc. So long as I hit a certain intensity level (which unfortunately isn’t terribly high), I’m exhausted.

You know… currently, I am not in a good mood. I’m feeling decidedly waspish. Must be my few minutes at ftbm, sometimes that place annoys the fuck outta me. Boys that need a cookie are annoying.

………..

So I’ve got a few things that I’ve been thinking about doing. I really wish I could get that damn flower done.

I need to call my mom so that she’s not guilting me about not calling.

I think I’ll take the advice of doing a card meditation a day. That’s ….. 78 days. Maybe I’ll use them as practice for drawing. Draw it and use that as part of the meditation. And not let myself stress over the drawing part.

I think right now I need to walk away from my machine and paint or something. Just to stop feeling disagreeable.

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