Baking Frenzy

I went through a baking phase. It is mostly over from what I can tell. I made pumpkin-peanut butter dog biscuits, strawberry-rhubarb pie, and a chocolate cake for my boss in the space of a few days. There is something very fulfilling about baking. It's like making a soup....all the effort is at the beginning and then you wait long enough and magic!
I ended up with an A- in my neuro course. Much better than I deserved. This semester was hell, and class never got to come first. Work has calmed down a lot. Part of this is just the simple acknowledgment that I have to juggle many tasks at once and not let any of them get so far behind that I screw myself. So far so good. My gum infection is gone and I finally finished my penicillin regime. (40 pills takes a while! especially when you suck at taking your morning pills, 4 a day makes for a long few weeks...mainly because you must finish antibiotics no matter what, you skip a dose doesn't matter; take them until they are done.) I lost a bit of weight with this whole fiasco, so I'm trying to use it as a jump start to get back into the gym. I'm actually doing really well.

Why do people view the gym as a club? They stare at you and hit on you, all while supposedly working out. I am not at the gym to get laid...really. I am there because it makes me feel better, helps my depression, my arthritis, and helps my pants fit. I don't mean to be one of those people, I'm not hot shit...I just don't want to be bothered at the gym because I'm doing pull-ups at the bar next to you. Granted they are assisted pull-ups. Wonky fingers with no strength are not made for pull-ups. :D But they do give me a nice bit of a workout and help me define my arms much faster than the Lifecycle machines on the top floor of the gym. Arthritis means no real barbell workouts; too much pressure on your already damaged joints is not helpful.

Lynx trying to partake of a turkey Reuben.

All I know is, working out makes me the person I want to be...happier, more productive, and more willing to go the extra mile for things. It suddenly all becomes worth it. I'm willing to waste a night making Reubens and the dog treats rather than waste it on the couch watching bad movies. Working out makes me be that much better at everything. I'm terrible at sticking with it, but I'm hoping one day it will just become a habit and I won't even think about it anymore.