It's frustrating to eat not much and don't see any success on the scale. I train that much and eat so less and no fat is going away. Damn. I hate my bad metabolismn! I guess everything is fucked up in my body.
It's so very warm outside. I only wear a spaghetti strapped tank top and my jeans mini and I'm all sweaty. But I like the smell outside of summer with fresh cut grass and hay and earthy and sunshine.
Birds nearly don't sing anymore in the early morning hours. I miss that.
Came to work later than usual. I slept pretty well last night after the sleepless one from before it was a relieve.
Swim training tonight all alone. I don't look forward to that. I don't like swimming alone. It's ok, cycling alone and running alone, but in swimming it's not so nice to swim my laps without someone else and of course without PT being there.
8:31 am - July 23, 2009
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