I’m officially 3 classes away from my Masters. Commence 10 days of not worrying.

I’ve dropped hints (err…emails) to Eric that this should probably, definitely be my wedding band.  So far, judging by its continued availability, he has not taken said hints.

Until I can worry about just one thing (work) for the time being.

Interview = Done (rocked it, even though there were 8, yes eight, people grilling me)
Demo Lesson = Done (rocked it, kids were cute, lesson was well planned and instructionally appropriate)
Certification Exams = Done, and passed!
Group Project = Done, success unknown

One final paper (to update and add to from the Fall) and one group presentation and I’m free to relax this Memorial Day Weekend!

So it’s been two weeks.  One week of birthday overeating, one week of sickness undereating.  The scales have balanced in my favor:

TW:  250

LWIW: 252

Change: -2

Total:  -26

YOU GUYS.  The 240’s blipped up on my (crappy) scale this morning if I stood a certain way.  I’m SOCLOSE to finally, officially being out of the 250’s.  

Also:  interview/demo lesson today.  Marking roughly the 5th interview of the month (2nd with this school).  Fingers crossed for me, because this is pretty stressful and I need it to be over. 

I have recovered and come out the other side two pounds down. Bridal shower in the second most flattering dress I’ve ever owned.

Eat and drink like crap, stop exercising, stress majorly about the many projects due in the next two weeks… Contract deathlike illness.

Sounds about right.

Hello wedding shoes.

Back on track! (And up 4 pounds, oops.)

And with the last of this the Birthday Bingefest ends.

Cancelled on account of it’s my birthday and I’m already wallowing in enough self-pity without looking at the scale.

Run #2 for the month. The goal is for each one of these to be faster than the previous one!

Ready for some birthday karaoke!

I’m definitely feeling it today in lots of fun places (inner thighs and lower abs in particular).

I was especially feeling it when all of the escalators at the 63rd St F stop were down and I had to walk up 10 flights of stairs from the bowels of hell first thing this morning.

I love this. See: the entire last year of my life.

(Source: inspireandmotivateyou, via blankmoments)

May run #1 = done! I’m pretty damn impressed with that pace, considering my last outdoor run was in… October.