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?
Hmm. Maybe I should exercise. But being crippled with anxiety is so much more fun!!!
ha! you make me laugh!
and laugh
and laugh.
the crippled with anxiety thing, which has done me so well for so very long, just doesn’t seem to be working for me anymore.
maybe this exercise junk will.
If exercise didn’t give me an endorphin rush, I would so not do it.
If you want a REAL headrush, wake up early, drink about a liter of water, exercise for like 45 minutes or so, then go about your day. God, I’m still light-headed.
hey if I’m not allowed to give up backwash, then you aren’t either.
that is the reason people become exercise freaks. i never was, but ever since i started running, i just can’t stop.
Sorry, I’m not buying it. Check back with me in a few years, when even my misery won’t keep me company.
I’m with paige…I’ll be over there scratching myself with the converter, if ya need me…
Well…for those of us who want to be…here’s trying…