I went running. I am officially awesome. My exercise regime is now back in full swing. I spend at least 1 hour a day taking the baby on walks, and if I can come home and run for 45 minutes at least 4 times a week, I think I'll be able to keep my body in good shape. Also, when I am no longer poor, I plan to eat a much more balanced diet. I am so damn good it hurts.

I think it's a testament to how starved I am for real food that I just made pasta with the few items remaining in my cupboard and it actually tasted good. I mean, it was kind of a weird concoction: spaghetti, olive oil, tomatoes, sauteed onions, zucchini, canned corn, and pieces of boca chik'n burgers (my housemates replaced the ones they so rudely ate.) But it was soooo yummy compared to the pasta and generic tomato sauce I've been eating for the last 2 weeks.

I have officially run out of new reading material. Which means I will be going to the La Jolla library after work tomorrow and raiding their fiction section. I am giddy at the thought.

And, because I really relate to this poem:

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on life.
-- Derek Walcott