It just kind of felt like last night never ended. That bad "cold spell," the not-sleeping, culminating with the not-weight dropping...ugh. Then school felt off, I had to take Anna to dance, then come home, feed her, then head back to town. Two drives in a couple hours (and the standing for an hour at dance)= bad on my back.
I also had a very vivid and good dream right before waking up. I think maybe it's the first time a dream's been so good it's made me feel bad. I was, I guess, an idealized version of myself. In the dream I was healthy and very pregnant. Then I woke up to me, being me: Jabba the Hutt with a bad back and no babies forthcoming (and 40.5 year old eggs).
Oh, well. I'm rambling 'cause I'm tired, I guess. Here's hoping the morning brings weight loss! Only one more week of the diet. And while X and sadly NewX are off the table, I'd sure like to lose more weight in the next week.
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