134
So this morning I went to the gym for the first time after at least a 5 week absence. I didn't have much time to work out, as we over slept, but C and I thought it better to go and get used to going than to skip it because a 15 minute workout wasn't worth it. I was scared to step on the scale because almost NONE of my pants fit, and I was suprised that I weight 134 pounds. So at most I gained 2 lbs. So that is good. Still have 24 left to go, but no worries. I'll get there eventually.
Last night was unproductive. The laundry is still sitting in the dryer. The first felted clog is not finished. The tweedy vest is not seamed. The lace on the front of Smooch is kicking my ass. The list of repairs for the builder is not written (I can't believe we've lived in PA a year!) I haven't put together the letter to try to get out of the fucking parking ticket. The lawn is not killed. But I ran for 10 minutes this morning so it is all ok!
I leave you with more stash I collected in April as I try to avoid starting something else to avoid working on my annoying projects. This is some Cascade 220 in a heathery green meant to be Rogue.
