I’ve been going to the gym a lot since I got back, and I’ve also managed to put on ten pounds in the last week. I figure some of that is muscle gain–I’ve got some “good” stretch marks–but I presume I’m catching myself at a bad time of day: high water-weight; unprocessed food; because I’m using the electronic scale at the gym, and I usually go in the late afternoon/early evening, so I’m going to go to the gym early tomorrow because I don’t have a mall job anymore, despite my efforts to get one back. I did eat at Cajun Cafe though, sigh.
I’m still stuck on poetry; I don’t know what’s up with that. I got a couple more ideas today, hopefully I’ll get somewhere with them (one is even for my budding series, woo). There’s something about changing forms that works for me; it’s a cycle of constructions and I like to pedal forward. But at the same time, I think I could do myself a much bigger favor career-wise by banging a novel out, or finishing my short story collection (and possibly linking it? blegh). Gotta keep writing, that’s the most important thing. Writing and submitting, for now.
