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That turned out to be a longer hiatus than I imagined. I guess the move, coupled with consulting to pay the bills (I swear next year I am going to figure out this budgeting thing much better) and still trying to get the writing done that needs to get finished left me with just enough energy to sleep and eat. I’m also trying this new thing, which is less of the eating and then getting myself to the Y in my neighborhood in order to work out on occasion. Over the last year and a half, with the end of my marriage and my doctoral program, I let the physical side of things go all to hell. During the last year of my marriage I started smoking again (I know! Don’t tell me) and it took until four months ago for me to quit. I’ve gained weight — duh. I’m 32. I don’t have the body I had at 22 or even 28 and probably some combination of the wide range of medications I take helps with the weight gain. It’s about 10 pounds. Ten lousy pounds. But I joined the Y and have been trying to go at least 3 times a week.

Which means I have been so sore that I have been cursing the two sets of stairs in our new apartment, let me say. First came the cycling class where the instructor made us stand up on the bikes the whole time. Why are there seats, I ask you? If you’re going to make us stand the whole time, can I get rid of the seat so it quits poking me in the ass? And then I don’t get a bruised butt along with screaming hamstrings? That was the longest hour of my life.

Then there was the weighlifting and aerobics class. I liked that one much better, but my legs are still sore, three days later. Effective you say, evil I wonder. Don’t be a hater. Can’t I get into shape without feeling like I am 64? Tonight, yoga. I used to love yoga. Will it be another way for me to realize how far I’ve come from being even remotely in touch with my body? Looking forward to it.

There’s work things I could blog about, but they’re more in the percolation stage. Chris and I are doing pretty well, given that we just moved in together and so are bound to have “conversations” — especially when we both work in the house too. Ahh summer. Lazy summer, when I teach three class, consult two jobs, and write a book. And get skinny and buff, just in time for the winter bikini season.

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