twenty three point eight
percent.
23.8% body fat! holy cow!

we just had a health expo in our work parking lot, so my skinny (like seriously skin and bones) coworker and i lined up to check our body fat percentages. i was pleasantly surprised to note that i, 20 pounds heavier than her, have only 2% more body fat. i'm hardly made of steel, but it was a small victory. baby steps.

outside of my brief moment of self-confidence, the rest of the day has been slightly normal.

smog
the "health" expo had about 4 booths dedicated to carpooling and transportation alternatives. i signed up to join vanpools, for about the 3rd time this month. (someone *must* live by me!!!) the drive to and from work is really stressing me out. it's only 20 miles (one way), but it's too much. my gorgeous little car lacks air conditioning, and in conjunction, it apparantly lacks enough filtration to prevent full-size eucalyptus leaves coming straight through my vents. the eucalyptus is a nice touch - it feels woodsy inside - but the smog and nearby drivers' cigarettes and stinky car smells really make me grumpy. i feel as if the smog cloud i drive through manages to linger on my brain and attitude for at least an hour or so after the commute ends. i'm angry at myself for contributing to said smog. i'm angry at myself for being preachy about carpooling or public transportation or smart-growth, and then continuing my life of working in suburbia and driving by myself. (luckily, afore mentioned condo-upon-which-we-bid is closer to work and traffic-free).

...must join happy middle-aged admin ladies in a vanpool and read the paper on the way to work. or gossip. or move to portland. whichever is easiest.

i'm feeling very practical in this post. are you feeling it? i'm strangely drawn to end the post with some abstract, haughty commentary. i'll spare us all.