an odd lack of self-hatred

I was doing quite well this morning. I got to the gym, and therefore left the house, half an hour ealier than yesterday. I also ran on the treadmill instead of using the elliptical machine, as an experiment to see how much easier the elliptical feels*. I didn't get much work done, but I was sociable and had afternoon tea with SuperGradStudent and some post-docs from other labs. And, I ate fruit salad instead of cake, not because I was "being good", as one of the post-docs accused me of doing, but because I looked at the array of cakes and snacks and realised I did actually want fruit.
Everything went downhill after I was given a box of girl scout cookies, though**. I ate x cookies, where x >> the number I would willingly admit to, while sitting around catching up on some of the blogs I haven't been reading. I also chatted with a friend from home about the bizarre art the picture-obsessed student mentioned here is now exhibiting in an actual gallery, as well as the crapness of our fathers, which was fun. I didn't do the actual work I had to do until just now, though, which means I'm not going to get to any of the other work I should do.
I'm not exactly happy with myself, but I am bizarrely not inclined to beat myself up about eating crap for dinner, when I have yummy leftovers at home, and not getting any work done. Maybe I'll do better tomorrow. I have decided to make the new star requirement be 2 hours of productivity, on top of the half hour before email. I also think I might try Styley's no sugar thing, since I am currently feeling like the sight of anything sweet would make me feel sick (I know that feeling's not going to last, but it does help with making a resolution now).



*A lot, but I did jog for the same amount of time, without having to slow down and walk. It's also annoying that I can't read while jogging, but I did get to watch more quality kids' TV.

** I should have known better and refused them.