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So, apparently I haven't actually lost weight since, um. May? March? But I've lost inches. Actually, given what I was wearing in March and May, I've lost quite a few inches.

The funny thing is, this would have bothered me back then. I would have been upset, tired, sad, binging on chocolate probably, wondering why I haven't lost a single damn pound, binging on chocolate and then being moderate for three days, blah. Except now, my mindset is such that, hey. I'm not losing poundage but I am losing size. And since muscle compacts more than fat, the likely explanation is that I'm gaining muscle. And the BMI calculators I'm using do say I'm losing percentage points of body fat. And that's a good thing.

So, who cares if the numbers on the scale aren't going down yet? At some point, barring that I put rocks in my pockets, I'm going to run out of inches I can drop due to losing fat and gaining muscle mass and lose weight as well. A little bit of weight. I'm probably not, if I want to keep this kind of muscle mass that I'm aiming for, going to be 120 pounds. Maybe. I'd like to be down to around 130, but that's not a must. But I'm going to be fit as I want to be. I'm going to have muscle tone, definition, and, if I start running again in the spring, probably some stamina too. At the very least, lung power.

This shallow moment brought to you by the fact that jeans that have been tight on me for months are suddenly more loose. Oyeah.

Workout routine has changed. It's down to 40-50 degrees outside at the usual time I go to walk, and pretty soon Daylight Savings is going to kick in and it's going to be dark until time for me to do Russian, and if I put the walk any later I won't have time to shower and let my hair dry. So, instead of going outside and freezing my dumbass off, I'm moving into the spare room and dancing for half an hour to forty five minutes (half an hour now, working up to 45 or so). It works really well, especially when considering that if I go in at 7, dance for 45, Im out of the shower by 8 and ready to put a bit of extra time to Russian, which will go to review.

It's a good day today. I'm happy.

(Of course, now that I've said that, watch me flub my Russian, but hey!)

( Wall o' Russian )

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So. Damn. Tired.

Literally, half a ton of yarn landed today. And we're due to get it again next week. This is not counting the probably couple hundred pounds of basket reed that's supposed to arrive at some point, turn around and ship back out. My thighs ache. My legs ache. My arms ache. My shoulders ache. My back is trying to murder me.

That said, German is getting easier. Oddly easier. I'm reading more readily, I'm speaking more readily, but I still have to keep looking up words. But once I know the vocabulary, I can make it happen. It's... an odd sensation.

I was going to be more eloquent, but I'm exhausted. I do, however, rock the homemade pizza. I apparently also rock language lessons. I'm generally rocking a lot of what I'm trying to do, except writing on time, which... eh. Little hiccups. They happen. And I'm not horribly behind on anything except Blood Ties. Which hopefully will get finished over the next couple of days. Please Goddess let me have enough energy for that.

( German )