Work has me in an all-day meeting for the next three days. I cannot dream up a worse work task than that for me. Needless to say, I'm dying in there...
This morning I was back at 255.6, and I went to the gym a second time this evening once I got home. I felt somewhat obligated, because in these meetings there are just piles of free junk on the table. I found myself noshing on some "trail mix" (i.e., M&Ms, chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, peanuts and raisins) for a good portion of the day and felt a bit ill once I stood up.
So we're just going to have to bust ass and get that gone.