Sweaty, sore and sensitive.

The good news:

Most excellent work out yesterday. I had one of those workouts where I didn't want to leave the gym. I was brimming with energy, smiling, sweat on my chest, sweat on my neck, sweat dripping off my upper lip. I felt good. It may have been the coffee, or the fact that I got to watch Superman the whole time, or the new playlist on my iPod that made me feel "17 Again".

This morning I made it to the gym by 10am for a short but productive workout. I feel good about that.

The bad news:

I went to the gym this morning as a direct result of waking up with a major craving for a cigarette. It's that time of the week again: I have a java project due Wednesday that I can't get off my mind. It's also taking away from much needed job-searching time. I've been having vivid dreams that tend to result in restless sleep. I'm anxious, tired, and grumpy.

I used to drink, smoke, and eat with little concern. Ever since I decided to "take control" of how I treat my body, I stress about it constantly. It makes me wonder if it's all worth it. I wish there was a way to be healthy without missing indulgences.

I like indulgences.

That's probably the difference between me and Superman.

Tim asked me the other day: What would you do if Superman asked you out?

That's easy.

I don't think so, Superman.

I'm no Lois Lane.