orbitaldiamonds | So I went walking with Chris.

I took him along my usual route. He kept going for the shorter way and I kept nudging him back to my route. When he realized that my route was meant to be long, and that it usually takes an hour to walk it (at my pace, anyway--he also had to shorten his stride to match my speed), he was annoyed. Only half-snarkily, he said, "This is seriously cutting into my slacking time!"

:P

I like the walking. It feels good, though this time my feet hurt a little by the time we got home. And what that tells me is that I shouldn't slack off on the walking when Chris is home, and I shouldn't eat fast food two meals a day just because Chris is.

I swear, I've had more fast food in the past two weeks than I had in the past six months. And ya know what? It was too much. As much as I like it on the one hand, I realized just how much I hadn't missed it, because I was enjoying being able to button my jeans while standing up even more.

Monday, I'll call the number the people at the hospital gave me. Even if it's not my thyroid, I want to get everything taken care of. I want to get healthy, mentally and physically, I want to lose weight. I want my boobs to shrink, so I can jog. Maybe even run, maybe even cross-country. I would so love that. I dream about running.

Anyhow, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to all my American friends here! Thanks to the Reids, my only local friends (until Sumner, Richardson, et al get home in the fall) are good cooks, I can has Fourth of July barbecue! :D

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