Dropped 2 pounds. Yay! I know it's probably water weight, but that number means everything to me. How I feel about myself has become dependent on how much lower the numbers are; for a while there I was afraid to step on the scale because I didn't want to hate myself. Denial is bad. It makes you fatter. I never thought I focused so much on numbers-- always thought I was more of a "how good do I look in clothes" visual person, but apparently not. I think it's because it's easier to see progress when you physically see a lower number. Interesting. 

I'm going to the studio all afternoon, so an excuse to skip the dining hall, AND catch up on my work. I'm so far behind it's not even funny. Gym between paint layers... because did I mention that studio is conveniently right next to the gym? So awesome :)

Oh and last night... HAHAHA. I guess not eating took a rather large toll on my tolerance (which is quite high, if I do say so myself). My friend and I finished a bottle of vodka for our pregame, probably the equivalent of 4 or 5 shots each. Needless to say, there are pictures of me face to pavement from trying to limbo the security bar. A good night.