Mid-Week Bone
Had a scare last night at the gym. There were having the trainers give free body fat analysis and I had mine done -- it was 9%! I am right on the verge of malnutrician. Everyone who knows about, or finds out about it just gets mad at me. Not sure what else to say on the matter then! Oh, there was no veggie tray at my husband's company picnic!

Clock Watcher...
Watching the clock here at work. Keep telling myself waiting to go home on a Friday afternoon is better than any other day of the work week. Yet, weekend has obstacles. See, I'm food challenged. I anticipate and plan each meal that I have. I eat, but I'm "pro-ana" I've gotten my body whittled down to the shape of a #2 pencil. Tonight my husband may want to order pizza, tomorrow we're going to his company picnic (hopefully there will be a veggie tray). Even though I'm down to the size I want to be, it's hard living this kind of life. The calorie counting, endless exercising (which I enjoy to an extent), it's all adding up the numbers and life becomes a focus on numbers, like the clock I'm watching.