Back in the Saddle

Where are the posts? You may ask.
Well... I actually have been writing posts, just not publishing them.
You see, I decided as we neared the finish line with law school finals to try and kick start a little weight-loss program. I bought the 30-day shred and began doing it, writing posts each day about what I ate, what I weighed, and how I felt doing the work-out. But...
After day four we left for our typical end of the year vacation to Lancaster, Pa. I was all set with my dvd, mat and weights in tow. However, when we arrived we couldn't get a dvd player and Henry went to bed too early and our room was too small to do it anyway. So I thought, o well, I can use the gym while I'm here. But the resort that we've been going to since before I was born has decided to sell half of itself to Double Tree, meaning that to get to the gym I have to go to another building, which would not open with my room card/key thingy.
Ok no biggy, I figure I'll take a brief hiatus from the working out, it's probably good to let my muscles recuperate from all that stuff anyway, right?
Right?
Well, on vacation Henry gets a killer cold, making him cranky almost the whole trip, and he gives it to me by the time we get home, and for the past week I've been lying around the house in a Nyquil induced stupor using up a Costco sized pack of tissues but unfortunately very few calories.
So there you have it. It's supposed to be like day 20 of my awe-inspiring post-lawschool transformation, and instead of planning my return to pre-lawschool jeans, I'm wondering if I can scrounge up a dress to squeeze into for graduation next week.
So what do I do now? I guess get back in the saddle. I've gained about 10 lbs for every time I've gone through finals. Think about it: over three years, that's a lot of study weight. Now it's time to rise like the phoenix from the pile of ashes that was once my corporate tax outline, and emerge the much more educated, much more cynical, slightly smarter, definitely more stretch-marked 25-year-old version of myself. Would it be too much to hope for if this new and improved Grace could ever again wear the contents of those boxes in the attic marked "skinny"? Only time will tell.

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