Mwrrrraph.

Thought my opening shift was only a 4 hour, planned on going to the gym, doing laundry, etc. Shift ended up being a full 8 hrs, after which I came straight home and fell asleep. My feet literally will not stop hurting. Why is it everytime I get less than a recommended amount of sleep, my motivation goes to shit? It starts out with a crumb of coffee cake, then a bite of scone. Then milk in my coffee. Then post-nap ice cream. And baby carrots with hummus. Fuuuuuuuuuuck me. Going to bed early, going to hit the gym HARD post-work tomorrow. My tummy is puffed up like a narwhal. When I weighed myself this morning I was 4 lbs down from earlier this week. Which isn't saying a lot since it's all the initial drop, but I always feel like eating and drinking puffs me up so much and by the end of the day my upper stomach sticks out. Like a beer belly.

Why do I still like Abercrombie so much? 7th grade habits die hard, evidently. Realllllly lusting after a leather jacket they sell, which reeks of hypocracy since I've been a militant vegetarian since I was 14. But it would look SO hot with a eyelet skirt. And little booties. Can't exactly drop 350 on a dead cow jacket currently, however, so I move on. Mooooo.

Perhaps when I am thin.