Just went to a sports conditioning class that KICKED MY ASS in the most brutal of ways! Not only did the whole hour and fifteen minutes hurt like hell because my calves are still sore from kickboxing the other night, but I embarrassed myself by being dead last in the running of the stairs!! I cant believe how easily Ive gotten out of shape. I think Im going to reinstate my mantra from three years ago:
Crop tops by summertime. Crop tops by summertime.
It worked then. I have to make it work again. I just have to.
I think Im going to stop drinking so much coffee. Maybe thats whats wearing me down. I have no energy in the afternoons, so Ive turned to drinking about a pot of coffee. Its so easy at the new office because coffee is free (what a concept!) and people drink the stuff all day long. Maybe Ill secretly switch myself to decaf. I actually made myself a half and half cup today. Not half bad!! (sorry)
I found myself crying a little bit yesterday. Well, really, more of a whimper than a full-blown cry. I asked myself what my problem was. Was I sad? Eh. Not really. Was I lonely? Yeah, a little. But no more than I was back in Dallas. I just think it was my body trying to relieve itself of a little pressure. I probably should have given myself permission to let it all out. But I didnt. I sucked it in and struck out for the [wince] mall in desperation. Im having trouble getting in gear for the holidays, and Im stressing quite a bit about it.
A small breakdown may be imminent. I just hope doesnt happen somewhere unexpected or in front of some poor, unsuspecting soul.
The workouts help a little physically. But Im struggling a bit mentally.
Im even having trouble finding words to express how I feel. Wish I knew what to say. Wish I could be as eloquent as you guys.
Wish I could just type this stuff out. Get it out and then send it off
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