I looked down at my arms today while lifting something not very light (because that's what everyone does, isn't it?) and got a shock when I saw how big my triceps are getting. Holy moly! Well, they're not weightlifter arms or anything, but for a girl who spent 5 months of this past year sitting on her butt eating junk food and watching movies at 2am, I think any muscle definition is great progress. I've also spent 98% of my time in the kitchen this past week drenched in sweat thanks to the +30 degree weather we've been having, which hasn't been the most memorable of times, I think. I reeeeeally don't like being sweaty.
Camp is a wonderful, and yet terrifying place to be for me. I know how hard I work, and I realize how overwhelming my perfectionism really is, when I spend from 6.30am till 9pm in the kitchen, take an hour break (just so everyone clears out of the kitchen so I don't get caught), then go back to it until 11pm (last night), or even 2am(a couple nights ago). It's the first week of summer, and I want so desperately to do a good job that it's already happened more than I'd like to admit. I'd also like to say it's not going to happen again, but that's a lie and I try not to do that anymore.
I should really cut back on using coffee creamers; I don't think they're doing me any good, besides making the coffee not taste like coffee anymore.
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