Physical physical
2003-10-01 | 9:17 p.m.

I've been retardedly hard on myself lately. I just ate part of a brownie because a) my mom baked them fresh, and that rules b) It was a hard day at work and c) I hadn't eaten anything at all, all day.

I understand that people panic when I talk about dieting and whatnot. Well, stop worrying, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Stop worrying, I've said it before and I'll say it again.

HAHA DID U SEE HOW I DID THAT

I suprised myself with my control all day today. I wasn't stupid, by any means. I drank tons of water and fruit juice, and of course the diet Coke and coffee that I absolutely can not live without. I resisted muffins this morning and bagels at lunch. I wasn't -craving- sugar, but a brownie was a wise choice because I could sense I was starting to get in a bad mood. I didn't have a reason to be in a bad mood, so it was probably food-related. Anyway, I've got a bit of a sugar boost now (however late it is) and some choreography to finish up for tomorrow.

My dad's being really funny and dorky tonight.

Anyway, at this rate, I'ma have a shot at getting myself whipped into proper dance shape before the holiday rush. I hate the idea of monitoring a scale every day and tracking progress like that. See, chick weight is different than dude weight. We fluctuate by 4 or 5 pounds due to water retention and gossip. I like to keep a less-frequent track of how certain muscles are shaping up. Pilates every morning = adequate calf muscles for pointe. Delicious cafeteria cookies on my lunch break at the school = less than desirable abs. Do you see what I'm getting at?

I feel really healthy and good. How do you feel?

That's nice.

I want a Teen Girl Squad T-shirt SO BAD.

-S

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