Still working on that getting healthy thing. So far, so good. I feel like I'm eating in a more healthy fashion - at least, I'm more aware of my hunger and I tend to over-eat less. However, I did have a huge plate of nachos last night - you win some, you lose some.
I'm watching nip/tuck obsessively and have come to the conclusion that plastic surgery rarely looks as good as its meant to. And so, to ward off any lingering fantasies of a lipo-fixing everything-lunchtime procedure I've signed up for a boot camp. Of course, the pre-req is being able to run a mile so. . . . . you know, it'll be awhile before I attend class.
Speaking of class! I haven't given up on writing, those programs are still waiting and Boston is still calling, but! to pass the time, I've signed up for an entrepreneurial class. I avoided all business/math/accounting/economic-esque classes my entire life; however, the older I get the more I think it's probably smart of have a small idea of what it takes to run my own life.
This post is extraordinarily boring, maybe because I just finished an awful book about an amazing kid: Dove.
This kid, at 16, circumnavigated the world in an abysmally small sailboat, got married, had a kid and moved to Montana. In 6 years. Pretty outstanding, except that the book was horrid. Boring, cliched and written as if dictated by one of my mother's third graders. I was more entertained by the Wiki article about the same boy than the book which I finished in two evenings. Back to Bill Bryson, I guess.
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