Ok I just realized that last post probably made me sound suicidal, which I'm really not. I'm fine. I would even go so far as to say I am in a good mood. I am a day and a half away from a four day weekend, it's warm out, and I'm going to the Glee concert on Saturday -- all in all, pretty good. I'm just really pissed off -- at myself -- that I'm in such bad shape. I realize that getting skinny is not going to magically fix any problems in my life (other than health-related ones). But, it's still really fucking frustrating that it's so damn hard.