strangely enough... size does matter

Living life in the middle lane.
It's not all about the fast lane.
And it's definitely not the car-pool lane.

No sleep plus lots of plans makes Kendra an exhausted girl.

My brain is on overdrive.
Thinking of everything and anything all at once.
Plans, plots, random facts of information, brain teasers.

A part of me blames that game for the DS.
Professor Layton and the Curious Village?
I spent a couple hours on that game today and it was like a jump-start for my brain.
Maybe I'll start to use that as a mental workout on workout days.

Speaking of - I'm starting the one hundred push up program tomorrow.
In six weeks I should be able to do one hundred in a row.
But I'm not holding my breath thanks to the shoulder injury.
Either way it should be a nice way to get back in shape.

Speaking of shapes.
I really really hate the way that certain brands are starting to re-work sizes.
Since when am I a size 4?
Since the company that makes the jeans I recently bought decided to help make women feel a little better about themselves despite being overweight, apparently.
Hell, I'd rather have my standard sizes so that I could be sure that I dropped the size I thought I dropped.
The larger numbers are more of a motivator than a reason to wallow in self pity.
"Hey, I'm a size __.... maybe I should do something so I can be a size __"
It all made sense. But going from a double digit to a low single digit doesn't make sense.
At all.
Bring back my standard sizes now please.

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