Well, I'm home, safe and sound from my amazing weekend! I apologize for not updating as promised, but the hotel's computer was either always in use, or, as was the case when I attempted to make a drunken update Saturday night, not working properly.
(Actually, I'm quite relieved the Saturday post didn't post! I'm sure it was a bit embarrassing!)
Anyway, I did write entries during the Con, and took tons of pictures, so all will be revealed soon!
I know I said I was going to just chill out about my flight leaving half an hour earlier than I thought, but I was wrong. I was a little freaked about it this morning, but now I'm feeling better. (click "Permalink" to expand entry)
I just realized I forgot to pack my PDA. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, since I don't really use it much anymore, but it does contain all the up-to-date addresses of my friends and family. Crap! I was totally going to send post cards from DC (I meant to send some from San Diego, but, alas, I didn't have time!)! Oh, well. I guess I can still write the post cards in DC; I'll just have to mail them from SLO!
Well, I'm all packed. I think I have everything. I noticed on my receipt for my airplane tickets that my plane leaves SLO at 6 p.m. tomorrow evening, instead of 6:30, as I originally thought. This could be a problem, since I don't get off work until 5. BUT. I'm not going to worry about it. I'm just gonna go with the flow!
There are officially 112 days 'til JournalCom. (Oh, and by the way Rabbit, Rabbit. Yay! I remembered this month!)
Anyway, there are 112 days 'til the Con. That's about 15 weeks. There are 16 Sundays and 15 Fridays, wherein I absolutely will not be working out, and I will be imbibing in a couple glasses of a delightful fermented grape juice. Preferably local. Six Thursdays are out, too, due to my Memoir Writing class.
That leaves me with 75 days to exercise - 47 of them at Curves, the other 28 at home, supplementing the Curves workout with tons of cardio and yoga and ab workouts.
I haven't been doing terribly good on SBD, and I'm seriously considering a switch to Atkins, just for a little while. Just to see if it really works. Actually, I know it really works - my uncle has been doing it, and has lost a ton of weight! He looks great, and feels much better. You can tell. He's happier. He smiles a lot more. He's not so achy. So. Maybe.
Then again, maybe I should just follow the darn SBD diet more closely! I must confess I've slipped in recent days and indulged in some couscous and pasta, although I shouldn't have. The cravings came from my impending visit from Aunt Flo (who safely arrived via the Cotton Pony Express Cab Co. Thursday evening; since I'm sure you all care so much), and I just . . . gave into them. I don't know why. I just did.
My goal is to lose 35 pounds by JournalCon, and be in a comfortable size 12. If I can just get my arse in gear, I know I can do it. Of course, it's not the first time I've said that, so I guess we'll all just have to wait and see.