Well it's about damn time!

It only took 3 FREAKING days to drop 4 ounces! I'm finally in the 182s! I know that this is my 'first thing in the morning' weight and that inevitably I will creep back up in to the 183s at some point today, but I'm just happy to have cracked the 183 mark at all! And don't you love to see the broom, and my husband's underpants bunched up in the photo? You can tell how much I cared this morning...

It's 1 week and 5 days until my birthday (25th)... I wonder if I get get to the 180s by then?

I'm still on the lookout for a good 'core training' DVD or program (for a fat-ass beginner!) to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays (I run on MWF and Saturday)... if you have any suggestions, PLEASE (for the love of GOD), PLEASE suggest them.

I also register for Summer and Fall classes today. I've been sweating like a sinner in church as I see the class tally go up to 1... 2... 4... 6... students for some important classes I need to get in to. One of these classes is Chemistry - and the teacher seems to be quite the douche. You need a course entry code to register. I've been in contact with him since the end of APRIL trying to get one. He told me that they couldn't be generated until at least May 8th. Fine. I contacted him post-May 8th. Twice. No response (you. mother. fucker. >.<) and now today, I'm still without it. Being a non-traditional student, I have limitted time in my busy schedule to take courses. I have them all carefully planned out over the course of the next 4 quarters so that I can graduate this Spring, and I will be DAMNED if some holier-than-thou asshole professor will keep me from doing so.

I've e-mailed him AGAIN this morning (my registration time is 8 a.m.) and you can bet your ass that as soon as the phone lines open up on the switch board I'll be blowing up his phone too.
Classes for this summer and fall are:

SUMMER

Sociology 101 (full online)
Statistics (full online - this I'm actually somewhat looking forward to, as odd as that may sound)
Music 100 (Mondays and Wednesday from 6ish to 9ish. I have the sad feeling that this class will be me playing hot cross buns on a recorder... but it's the only class I can take that fits my schedule and fills my humanities requirement)
Chemistry 121 (Tuesdays and Thursdays from 5ish to 10ish) - class capacity for this is 24. There are currently 21 students enrolled - I feel like my head is in a vice grip watching it grow and knowing I'm STILL NOT IN IT!!!

FALL

Psychology 200 (Lifespan psych)
Anatomy & Physiology 1
General Microbiology
PE 100 (how stupid is THIS requirment? PE? Seriously?! And it hurts even MORE when I remember I have to fucking PAY FOR IT!!!!)


SO! Lets see how many of those I successfully am able to register for this morning... and how many heads I have to smash in, and ears I have to fuck (yes, I said 'ear fuck'. Get over it), in order to do it.

Damn! One ounce shy!

No 182s today. Damn.

Pre-run and Post subway (and 3 cookies)

183.3!!! Maybe tomorrow will be my entering-the-182s?!

Deep in thought

Definitely looks nothing like this...

I was bored (SHOCKER) waiting in the car with the crib midgets while my knocked-up dog's x-rays were developing at the vet clinic... It seemed like a perfectly reasonable way to spend my time.

Easily amused. Easily Bored.

I am a person that takes some 'getting used to' to be around for long periods of time. People tend to love me because I'm easily amused (and can be quite amusing in return!). I also can lose (or simply cast away) plenty of people in my life when they realize I'm quite easily bored.

Why is this a problem? Well... it makes conversations jumpy - I tend to go off on tangents talking about whatever pops in to my head (then on to the next tangent because the first tangent no longer held my interest); it leads me to being fickle and finicky, because I can never pay attention or stay interested in something long enough to make up my damn mind... and even if I DO make a decision, I tend to go back on it at some point in the near future to try out the other previously refuted option; I tend to be extremely off and on because in the brief moment I'm happy with whatever decision I've made (or topic of conversation I've happened upon), I'm quite laid back... much unlike the hyper, squirrel-like girl I was a few moments before.

I have few friends (many acquaintances though... apparently I'm great at providing quality entertainment), but those I do have love me and appreciate me for who I am. And at least those who didn't care to stick around, or who I was bored of and left, tend to leave my mind rather quickly. I'm no good at holding grudges or engaging in prolonged fights or bickering (boooooooring).

It honestly amazes me that I have been married as long as I have, considering my past record of relationships before him (I only entered in to two 'semi-serious' relationships before my husband, each of which only lasted a few months). I guess my husband knows what he got himself in to, bless him.

Why am I mentioning any of this? I have no idea. Consider it a warning. I'm not sure what a warning OF exactly, but if ever you leave comments or send me e-mails asking me what the fuck it was I was talking about in post x-y-z, then the only answer I'll have to give you is "Hey, I warned you!".

And on an unrelated note, I bought some leopard print ballet flats today from target. My husband hates them. I don't really give a shit - I'm rockin' the animal print and think they are AWESOME.

Post breakfast weight

Down a little bit... This is my post coffee and breakfast weight. Off to do my 2 miles in a few minutes...

26 miles by 26 years... and other ramblings

In a few weeks, I turn age 25... I'm WAY overweight for my height (I'm only 5'4"... EEK) and I'm sick and tired of feeling like a cow (and it only took me a decade and 4 crib midgets to figure that out! Go me!).

SO.

I am determined to be able to run a marathon (26.2 miles) by my 26th birthday! I printed out a year long couch-to-marathon plan courtesy of www.digitalrunning.com, laminated it (with 4 kids in the house you can never be too careful), and it will be hanging oh-so-lovely on my fridge. **side note: why is there a 'd' in the word 'fridge' when there is no 'd' in the word 'refrigerator'??**

And apparently I'm having some sort of quarter-year crisis (mid-life is at 50, yes? So 25 would be quarter... right?!), because I've also re-enrolled in college. Assuming I get in to the classes I need to (my registration time is the 25th at 8 am), I'll be taking 20 credits this quarter, and 17 credits fall quarter. Pray for me that I pass all of my classes from now until Spring, so that I can have that coveted piece of paper called a 'degree' by then (Spring). Then it'll be time to go crazy all over again applying to 4 year colleges to their BSN programs.

Ahh, ain't life grand...

If my fat-ass, food loving, procrastinating, goldfish-memory, millisecond attention span, finicky, fickle self can make it through the next year alive (and HEALTHIER... with the awesome perk of *hopefully* being thinner)... I may just have to go back to church regularly... Lord knows I'll need the help.