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In the last month, I’ve maintained my inches lost, but not lost any new ones. I’m down to 215, which is two pounds away from my lowest weight after ankle surgery last year. No tremendous strides here, but I suppose there’s something to be said for not totally backsliding, either. I am doing something exercise-y each day, but not necessarily aerobic. So I’m not burning the calories I need to burn in order to get things humming again.

Part of it is that it’s That Time of the Semester. Three weeks to go, with grant apps and papers and grades due. Part of it is that it’s suddenly Spring here, which means that I haven’t been able to talk myself into going inside my drab, seriously ugly gym when I’d rather be outside, or at least right next to my office window. I’ve been stretching and yoga-ing and walking along the river. Eating well, getting my water. Continuing with weekly massage, and am now starting with a chiropractor. It turns out that my spine curves and the muscles are fighting with each other to keep things balanced. So we’ll see where that goes. I’d headed for x-rays this week.

There’s more I want to write here, if I can carve out the time. This is meant to be a place to write about all sorts of bodily stuff, not just weight, and I want to write about my current issues with birth control. I want to write about how this blog is helping me keep my “professional” blog professional, and thus maintain a bit of distance and balance. I want to write about travel and philosophy of leisure. When I get back from Going Home in May, I want to write about the Farmer’s Market. I want to see how veggie I can get this summer.

Right now, I really, really want summer. I am done with this semester.