I had an early morning fat girl-freakout this morning because I:

a.) overslept;
b.) didn't have time to work out before work; and
c.) realized that there's a big party in the lobby of my building tonight and I won't feel comfortable working out in front of all those revelers.

Then I had a WTF moment where I asked myself: Who the hell *are* you anyway? Since when have you become the type of person that freaks out if they can't work out? That *cries* even?

Then I come to work, sip my coffee, and obsessively check all of my fitness, diet, and body image blogs to see who has posted, realize there isn't anything new (I just checked all of them at 11pm, mind you), and got peeved that I had nothing motivational to read, no new work out tips, no new studies to read about, no rants.

Grrr.

I haven't made much progress since last I posted. At least, I haven't made much progress on the scale. I did, however, have to switch from 5 lb. to 8 lb. weights when doing certain upper body moves because the 5s just weren't challenging enough anymore. And I did a record number of wall squats with the stability ball that had me jerkily stumbling around in my apartment for two days afterwards. I've stepped up the speed on my runs a bit, too. So...progress there has been...

Let's just see if I can find some way, any way, to work out after work today...