This week was better than last week. I still struggled with overeating. I'm not eating entirely unhealthy foods...it's just that I'm still eating too much. Which is frustrating.
But, I'm trying. And these last few weeks (and the next few, too) have been (and will be) grueling. I'm lucky if I get between 3-5 hours of broken sleep during the week. On the weekends, I try to catch up -- except when I get woken up early with the fire alarm going off THANK YOU DREAMSCHOOL.
(Nothing beats waking panicked from a dead sleep, blearily grabbing your phone, ID, a sweater (cause there's no time to put on a bra!) and shoes and running down 5 flights of stairs to stand on one of the busiest streetcorners in the city with 750 other students! But LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT.)
I'm still loving the gym. I'm working up to 3.1 and 3.2mph on the treadmill (ZOMG I'M PRACTICALLY RUNNING) and lifting weights as I walk. I don't want to bulk up my arms, cause lord knows I've got muscles from years of lifting babies! I just want to tone them. I can also do 50 sit-ups without stopping. LOVE it.
We're in crunch time for the rest of the semester. As well as I'm trying to eat, sometimes I *will* need to carbo-load to get through a full night of studying, just for the energy. And I know that. But I'm trying.
And it's fucking hard.