Beware the Ides of March, Caesar

Last night and this morning I cleaned my room.  Hello, carpet.  I missed you.  It's been a while since we've seen each other.  I probably haven't cleaned since last summer.  I have to be in the right mood.  It looks so pretty and empty now, like I want to be.

Slight weight gain, and I'm a bit disappointed.  I was sure after yesterday's workout I would have lost.  But that's okay.  I'll just do a liquid fast today.  Just water, and a diet coke if I get too too hungry.  I really want to run again, but I cut my foot while cleaning, so that's a no go.  I'll just do extra crunches and some scissors kicks.  I feel so fat and ugly.  But I'm doing something about it.  I'll fix myself.  At least I'm not like my sister, constantly whining about her perpetual muffin top whilst shoving her face with ice cream and buttery popcorn and anything else she can get her greasy mitts on.  Disgusting.

On the bright side, I'll finish In Cold Blood today.  Even though it's required for English, it's absolutely wonderful.  In class, the teacher asked us who we most relate to.  I had to keep my mouth shut.  I empathize with one of the killers.  A sad man with a sad life.  A dreamer with a mean streak.  A man with weak kidneys who wet his bed until the day he died.  Overall, just a man.  And he is infinitely more real to me than the idolized dead family.

Edit:  Changed my mind about the treadmill.  My foot really isn't that bad.  So I'm going to jog once my favorite sports bra and sweat pants are out of the dryer.