March 21, 1999.

Crunch time cometh. Man, I wish I'd started Clarissa during the Christmas vacation, like I was supposed to. It's almost enough to make me stop wasting time with the Boy, novels I've already read and this webpage. Almost, but not quite.

I have, however, become determined not to cut back on my exercise regime of 3 step classes a week. I can easily take an hour three times a week out of all the useless things I do. Not only am I starting to see results in my own body, but I'm actually getting better at coping with the routines. For me, there's nothing more frustrating that a tiny dynamo of an instructor who doesn't give enough time for change-over in the routine. That kind of thing makes me very sullen and frustrated. So actually being able to keep myself in the right places at the right times is pretty encouraging.

I'd prolly see a lot more difference in my body if I hadn't gone home for the weekend. My parents' house is extremely well-stocked in all kinds of snacks, not to mention quick, filling, calorie-jammed entrees like kraft dinner. My method of temperance is not to buy such things for myself, because when they're in the same house as myself, they prey on my mind.

Just one bowl of ice cream, Amoret. And would it kill you to eat some potato chips once in awhile? We're so lonely without you...those apples don't appreciate half as much as we do...

And so forth. Sigh. It's a sad day for humanity when we can do such wonderful things with food as long as they have no nutritional value. Things like radishes could really use a flavour make-over...which is why they work so well as dividers, I suppose.