not perfect

I'm learning - slowly - that it's okay not to be perfect. If I don't lose weight one week, well, it doesn't negate all the other weeks/months of progress. As much as I want the numbers on the scale to go down tomorrow, there's a chance they may not. I got a little too excited this past week over McDonald's caramel sundaes, partly because I "forgot" how bleh sugar makes me feel and partly because I had a sort of rough week and tried to make myself feel better with low-budget ice cream. But oddly enough, I'm not beating myself up over it. Very unlike typical me.

And I took a really stinking hard pharmacology test, and I got a 91. That was practically a miracle, given how hard the material was, but unless I get a 100 on the next exam AND earn a few extra bonus points somewhere, I'm outta the ballpark for an A. My other class is looking about the same... and at 5 credits each, my GPA will take a hit. As every nurse tells me, C=RN. I want an A. I really do. But I know I'm still going to be a damn good nurse whether I make an A or a B in pharmacology, and graduate schools will still want me if my GPA is a 3.0 this semester instead of a 4.0. It's OKAY. (But I still want an A.)