But the flourescent lights don't help much

I'm glad I've gained some good, healthy muscle weight. Even a teeny tiny miniscule bit of fat, just above my hipbones, over my waist -- female padding. I don't mind it, but I'd prefer muscle. I'm amazed, though, at the massive leap in my energy levels. I literally ran up and down Metro escalators and all over the three floors of our firm and I wasn't winded once. I found myself barely wincing when I had to lift boxes of heavy books that weighed half as much as me. I did have some of the free coffee from the kitchen, but I made it a small cup, mild. I don't even have a sugar crash. Granted, I ate more sugar that I should have. But I still feel as if I could run three miles and not blink. What the hell? Is this what "healthy" means? I like it! ;b
( Body and mind happiness )

I've been incredibly calm and happy all day. Yes, I am still bizarrely uncertain about my new fuller figure -- I'm already doing ab crunches as I sit and type -- but I feel unbelievably good about myself. I realize that reaching an optimal weight goal is one thing; but promising yourself that you'll work to maintain it is another, and it sticks. I'm not going to get obsessive with working out, but I do feel the need to exercise more often -- and I find I have the stamina to do it. I don't know why Americans can be so terrified of working out. Well, not so much terrified as, let's face it, lazy. We don't want to work for it. Eh. Hopefully that'll change soon. When more people realize that it actually feels good and stuff. But that's a whole other discussion.

But the flourescent lights don't help much

I'm glad I've gained some good, healthy muscle weight. Even a teeny tiny miniscule bit of fat, just above my hipbones, over my waist -- female padding. I don't mind it, but I'd prefer muscle. I'm amazed, though, at the massive leap in my energy levels. I literally ran up and down Metro escalators and all over the three floors of our firm and I wasn't winded once. I found myself barely wincing when I had to lift boxes of heavy books that weighed half as much as me. I did have some of the free coffee from the kitchen, but I made it a small cup, mild. I don't even have a sugar crash. Granted, I ate more sugar that I should have. But I still feel as if I could run three miles and not blink. What the hell? Is this what "healthy" means? I like it! ;b
( Body and mind happiness )

I've been incredibly calm and happy all day. Yes, I am still bizarrely uncertain about my new fuller figure -- I'm already doing ab crunches as I sit and type -- but I feel unbelievably good about myself. I realize that reaching an optimal weight goal is one thing; but promising yourself that you'll work to maintain it is another, and it sticks. I'm not going to get obsessive with working out, but I do feel the need to exercise more often -- and I find I have the stamina to do it. I don't know why Americans can be so terrified of working out. Well, not so much terrified as, let's face it, lazy. We don't want to work for it. Eh. Hopefully that'll change soon. When more people realize that it actually feels good and stuff. But that's a whole other discussion.