Disappointment

I haven't been lazy these past few weeks since the triathlon; I've exercised every day, even vigorously at times.  But my body is saying, "It's cold; let's add some fat layers."  Or at least that's what it feels like.  Hopped on the scale today and saw that my weight has gone up by at least a couple pounds in the last four or five days.  I know that I was abnormally skinny during the period right before and right after the triathlon.  But for heaven's sakes--I don't want to shoot past my pre-pregnancy weight, after all the effort it took to shed those four or five pounds.

I haven't been lazy about the editing either; yet I'm still only on story number forty-seven.  Still have sixty-two left to look at.  Am getting tired of the whole process.  There's no way I'm going to finish by the end of this month.