You know those brownies on Monday night? I ate two. They were delicious.

You know all those SweetTarts on my desk at school? Thank god, they’re almost gone. Everyday I eat five or six. Makes me wish I taught little kids rather than adults. Little kids would have had them all eaten two days before Halloween.

You know that $0.99 (did you ever notice there is not a ‘cent’ key on the keyboard?) bag of chips I had the teacher’s aide pick up at lunch? I ate all 400 calories of them.

Seems like everyday there’s something. Nothing big just one something that I eat too much of. So with my workouts I’m probably breaking even. Not exactly what I have in mind for myself.

I went and picked up my friend, and we went to yoga. Only there was no yoga. So there I stand in my slip on shoes (comfy clogs) and no socks. I can’t walk on the elliptical walker; my shoes will come off. I won’t walk on the track; I have no socks on. So we leave. I missed yoga. I love stretching and trying to make my forehead touch my knee. Even Lacey was disappointed; she can almost touch her toes. My thin friend with no flexibility can almost reach her toes. Maybe I’ll make it up to myself by going to the fitness center tomorrow night after I teach my class. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll go my the yoga thingy I saw at the bookstore the other day. The bookstore is sounding better every second.

I got my contract for graduate school today. I had to sign five sheets of paper saying that I understood that those eight classes (and some student teaching time) were necessary for my SPED certification. Suddenly, it all seemed so much more manageable.