This has been a hard week for me. I've been tired and moody and irritable and temperamental and just the other night I ate a half a pint of mint chocolate chip cookie ice cream. Ok, so it was soy ice cream. Real ice cream gives me gas. And that just makes me all bloated and bitchy. Regardless, I'm sure all those calories are going right to my hips.

I think I'm hormonal.

Jesus, I am such a girl.

Actually, I'm just sleep deprived, and I haven't been working out regularly. The workouts are the cornerstone of my routine. I need the workouts. They burn off the tension and stress and sweat away the frustrations of my life. I can sleep. I can relax. I feel good about myself.

But it's the routine that keeps me in rhythm. It's the routine that keeps me out of the darker corners of my head. It's the routine that keeps me comfortable and relaxed and satiated on the drug of mediocrity.

Take away the workouts and the routine quickly becomes unbearable.

A change is due. I can feel it.