This weather is tiring. Worse still, it’s cold. In the 40s, which may not sound bad for you Northeasterners, but it’s brutal to me. I just saw on the news that the oranges are getting frost on them, which means another season of sparse, expensive citrus. I feel bad for the farmers, too bad they don’t benefit from the Farm Bill subsidies. Only if they’re gazillionaires who grow wheat, corn, or soy. The rain makes it hard to ride the bike, so I have to walk or not go. I still have the car for another week or two, but it’s not worth the driving around for 20 minutes trying to park, so I don’t use it. Disturbingly enough, the places I like to go hiking are getting some snow on their peaks. Brrrr.
As far as the weight goes, for some reason I’m up three pounds. That’s two days in a row. I have been eating salty food, and it seems to be pms time, so I’m not going to stress on it. However, those amazing truffles that I bought the other day will have to be donated to someone with a better metabolism. I’ve only eat one, but they call to me, and they must be a few hundred calories each. Yummy, but not worth it.
I think I may have a job. I’m still crossing my fingers, hopefully I’ll start working by the end of the year. Discretionary income would be very nice. Anyway, time to eat breakfast, so I can walk to the gym and at least do that today. Please, job, hire me, call me!