
Everyone I've seen lately has wondered why I've lost weight, which surprises me. I admit I've been leading a lifestyle that should not be sustained for long durations (it doesn't involve exercise). The one time I had significant weight loss w/o doing anything in particular was when I moved to Chicago. I dropped 10 pounds, just like that. Hi, stress. Strange, though, since stress usually makes me gain weight. I must be dealing with a different beast now.
I was totally spazzed out this AM. Too much research, planning for a friend's trip here, helping my roommate in her scheme to move stateside, ignoring my research, recovering from weird dreams about Meryl Streep (I woke up clutching my heart, literally...I fear this is election anxiety), trying to summarize the latest over Skype to Terttu, and getting myself presentable for a lunch meeting. But deep down, besides the everpresent research stress, I think it comes down to not having a home that I feel settled in. When I think about it, I really haven't ever felt like I had one beyond the one I grew up in, at least nothing permanent. So maybe the dream will be to have a permanent home, and then I'll consider becoming a total slacker.
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