ok, i thought of something i'm grateful for lately:

no appetite.

yes, you heard me.

it is october 2007. from may 2006-august 2007 i gained over 15 lbs.

there were many reasons for this:
1. i studied briefly in switzerland, traveled a bit in france. cheese. croissants. lots of beer ...
2. a boyfriend moved in for a year. (we ate regular-ish meals, fast food, etc ... this is a lame excuse, but i really felt bad if we didn't have a sit-down [usually with a biscuit or two] dinner).
3. i worked for a year in an urban office, instead of being a grad student hiking all over campus (= stressing out, smoking cigarettes all the time ...).
4. i quit smoking from jan-july 2007. (but seriously, i was already 10 lbs heavier when this happened).

then two months ago, the boyfriend moved out (yep, a break-up), i started smoking again with a vengeance, and i also stopped working out. i lost a few pounds. ("Smoke Yourself Thin")!

here's the deal: i like food. i like candy, a lot. cheese, chocolate, nuts, burgers, ikeeptacobellinbusiness, mayonnaise is my friend, and so on.

so when i'm stressed or busy, i FIND TIME to eat. i hate those people who are all, "oh, i was so stressed out i lost five pounds." blah blah blah ... i've always taken refuge in food when i'm upset. or wildly happy. or depressed. or trying to lose weight. whatever. food = yay!

not so much the last few days.

the pounds are falling off. because i'm never hungry. i don't understand.

but i'm thankful. because it probably won't last.