238 days.

feeling a little down today, and not sure why.

i feel like a crappy travel agent, a crappy friend, and a crappy aspiring frugalista.

sure, it is raining and gloomy which can get some people down, but i love the rain and i also love wallowing in my own poopiness - so it is a good mood setter.

i wont get into the nitty gritty details, but i just feel like i have failed a few people, a few goals and a few ideals.

eating has been okay lately.  i made homemade pizzas lastnight, and actually prided myself on my self control.  i used to make a pizza dough recipe and use the whole thing for one pizza, and then eat half of that large pizza on my own.  that is 1/2 of a large dough recipe in my belly.

lastnight i made 2 thincrust pizzas out of the same recipe, and i ate 1/3 of one pizza.  that is 1/6 of the dough instead of 1/2!  go me!

i have also been trying to get myself up and moving.  there is no reason i can't do a Walk Away The Pounds video on my laptop down here in my office instead of surfing Perez Hilton and Facebook all day.  or how about i go for a walk in the afternoon.  or how about i do The Shred when i finish up work for the day.  so many possibilities for movement and activity, and instead - i sit here.  boo.

the wedding is in 238 days, and i sure as hell ain't gonna weight 240 pounds.  but i sure as hell ain't doing anything about it.

must.  get.  moving.