The past week has been strange and perhaps less productive than I might have wanted--but, it was pretty awesome, so. I just have some catching up to do. I did manage to write a new Queering SFF post on some of the recent nonfiction I've been reading; I've also been doing plenty of magazine work, as per usual. My to-do list for the upcoming week or two involves some essay revisions (ideally tonight), two books to read and review, classwork, the newest Short Fiction Spotlight column, and another QSFF post. It's very doable, but I have to stick to the damn schedule as opposed to having flits of fancy and wandering the city with friends to celebrate and/or eat pub food.
But sometimes, you have to goof off. I'm trying to force myself to work more of that into my life, because I'm tired of feeling like hell constantly, and that won't stop unless I start managing things better and making more down-time.
I did find a pair of jeans that fit for the most part today--and on sale!--which had become increasingly necessary, because I squatted to pick up something in one of my older, tattier pairs and, er, ripped a thigh-seam slightly. So, I had a pair that were far too loose, and a pair that were a size down and less loose but had a damn hole ripped in the side of the thigh. The new pair fits my increasingly broad thighs and hips correctly, though it is still a touch loose in the waist. This whole "losing fat, building muscle everywhere" thing is neat, but is wreaking havoc on my wardrobe.
Speaking of which, Friday's workout was a full success; this time, the new structure didn't kick my ass in a bad way--just right, in fact. (The routine ends with as many squats-with-the-stretching-bar as I can perform, unto failure. I stalled out at 40, with a few that wouldn't count because I didn't make parallel near the end.) The potassium supplements are go! Also, using a smaller box for step-ups helped me not to overstrain my hamstrings. Vital.