Cyberchondria and Cheetos

My watch hasn't come in yet. Boo! I hate waiting for something after getting all excited about it. Hopefully tomorrow.

The running clinic went well-ish. Cardio-wise, I seem to be doing just fine. But my left shin is still not happy. It's hurting a lot more than it ought to and it's not general muscle soreness either. I made the mistake of googling shin splints and found delightful phrases such as "muscle death." Note to self: get diagnosis from doctor first then ask the internet. If it doesn't clear up soon, I'll make the appointment. In the meantime I think I'll...*grumble*...take a night off from Bootcamp. Bah.

Mini victory of the day: I argued with myself a good half-hour this evening before saying "no" to the baked cheetos and opting for drinking my last milk serving. I swear, I'm this close to purging all the treats in the house. Every time I think of doing so, I imagine Gollum saying "Leave now and never come back!"