Little things in life are really piling up. It certainly doesn’t help that my house was broken into a few weeks ago. That’s on top of schoolwork, interviews, remembering to feed my fish, and the creeping anxiety that one of my housemates has forgotten to shut something (honestly this guy seems incapable of closing/locking the front door, shutting the fridge, shutting off the gas stove). I was really hoping that my workout schedule would help with the stress. But it seems like what really makes me happy is food. Oh great, another item to add on my list of troubles, my overeating is not helping me fit in my suit.