Hunger hurts but reading works--?

I've read two books this week. Meaning I've slacked at school, badly. But I noticed when I read, I don't get hungry. Or I do, but I don't stop to eat, because it's such a...far off thought compared to the book.

I have a lot of novels on my bookshelf I haven't touched, simply because I haven't had time or lost interest. There was one I picked up the other day, just by way of trying to entertain myself, and wound up reading it in one night. Then I re-read Sherrilyn Kenyon's book, Night Play, which is amazing until the last few pages, and those made me facepalm. Now that I've actually progressed to JR Ward, I realize that Kenyon's writing style isn't the most...amazing. But her characters are still brilliant.

Yesterday I ate. A lot. I went from 133.8 to 134.8. It wasn't a gym day, though, and I sort of expected to gain back the pound, because I had done a serious work out that I could feel when I reached that 133 mark that it wasn't permanent. That my body was fighting it and would rebound and I'd regret it later. But my average weight is down, which is what I needed. Slowly but surely, I'm losing.

It doesn't matter how slow you go, so long as you just don't stop.


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I forgot to change out of my pajamas before work.



Under my uniform, I'm wearing my pajama shorts and a wife beater. I have special undershirts for bed, and special undershirts for work. Work ones are tighter than bed ones, but at least they're both white. And who am I to complain? At least I'm at work, and nobody can see that I didn't get dressed right XD And I have on a bra. no bra would be bad.