after my dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, i was feeling mopey, pathetic and generally unhappy. yeah, and when i get like that, i get ugly. i do.
see, i was pouting and about to dive headlong into my nobody loves me everybody hates me routine. then i decided i was going to give up iwilldare.com and backwash. i was going to stop chatting and disappear from the internet. . .
for a week.
i was gonna show them! of course i don’t even know who the them is and what i was gonna show ’em. but by golly, i was gonna.
its this thing i do. even i see the silliness in my melodrama. then, when i get over whatever little tantrum i am throwing, i roll my eyes and scold myself for being such a ninny.
so anyway, i got outta this momentary funk by doing some exercise (and not eating the ben and jerrys i bought [don’t worry tyson its the frozen yogurt kind]). it made me sweat buckets and feel good about myself. could this be why people are such fitness freaks?