I am not trying to be a ninny here, but this is getting ridiculous. I want to skate. I want to work out. I want to MOVE MY BODY. I used to be such a lazy slug. And now that I get a free pass to basically do that, I can't stand it.
I don't want to whine. Hmm, yes I do. I want to whine at someone that I did too many crunches, or too many laps, too many elbow taps . . . WHATEVER. Too many SOMETHING. It totally sucks though that the "too many" I am actually doing is too many hours at work, too many steps taken.
I started working full time yesterday. (After two 30 hour work weeks.) I could barely move this morning. Seriously. When does it get better?? I am not good at waiting. I am a "I want it, and I want it NOW" type of person. Patience is not one of my virtues. I'd be hard-pressed to list any virtues right now, but that really is beside the point I guess.
Jealousy is starting to eat at me. All these women that get to skate . . . gr.
I mean . . . it HURTS. My ankle hurts so bad most of the time. I am insanely crabby. To the point where I can't even stand myself. Between the pain, Will not being home, my hormones all out of whack from the miscarriage yet and all the things I am trying to organize (Mom's birthday, my birthday, campouts in my yard, DJ for two Roller Derby events, Krista's baby shower, Will's homecoming, the Danielson lake trip) I could seriously strangle someone.
I don't know how to shake it off. I used to "work" it out at the gym . . . but noooooooooooooo. Good thing I don't like hard drugs. HAHAHAHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Not funny???
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