I'm feeling moderately grumpyesque. Yes, that's a word. Don't question me.
I'm not sure if I'm coming down with rubella, a la my damn students (ps: if you can, at all, avoid mentioning rubella to the pregnant. I thought my pregnant coworker would flee the building when I mentioned it) or if it's just the diet. I hate diets. If it wasn't for judo and my deep yearning not to get ferociously pummelled by men wearing pyjamas, I'd be fatting up like Fat Albert, a notoriously fat person who enjoyed eating and the consequent adiposity and corpulence. Not my best analogy, perhaps, but to the point.
Anyway. It's much of the gym action, with little of the eating. You know in cartoons where Daffy gets hungry and visualises everyone as walking steak? Like that. Hate, hate, hate, hate.