I gave in and weighed myself. I am 112.8, which is not so far off track of where I wanted to be by today, which was waking up about .8 lighter than where I am now. That is okay. It will not make me fail out of disappointment. I'm very close to the lowest weight I've been in over a year, so I am almost happy.

Seeing as the buses don't run over the weekend and I am bored as hell, on top of which class is coming up on Tuesday (finally, it begins!), I am going to be studying Russian like my life depends on me being fluent in less than two days. That doesn't mean I will be fluent, it just means I'll be a little better off than I am now - having forgotten most of what I learned over the span of a year, in fewer than two months. Fuck! I need to buckle down and get to work on that.

I hope you are all doing well. Now that I finally have some people reading this blog, I should be a little less self-centered and a little more outwardly focused. Feel free to comment at will!

-Run With Me

p.s. 112.8 pounds and falling =D