I worked out a bit yesterday, rowing machine, push ups and squats. My shoulder hurts a lot this morning, guessing the biceps tendinitis isn't completely healed. Which I knew, but I thought I was past the danger point of aggravating it again!
If Chris ever gets around to adding me to his insurance, I'd love to see a doctor for this.
I ate a huge breakfast this morning because the painters will be here again today. And, oddly, I feel super strange going down to the kitchen to get food when they are here! And all of my food is perishable/needs to be heated. I don't know what my problem is... it's my house, they don't care. But I get all crazy brained and don't want to go downstairs for food. So I ate a 500 calorie breakfast of gluten free bread, eggs, and guacamole.
That will definitely hold me over for a long time! They've been leaving around 2, so it works out alright.
I don't know if it is food issues that makes me feel uncomfortable or just plain old social anxiety issues! I'm a huge weirdo, even around my friends sometimes. I worry a lot in social situations.
So, yep, just waiting for the painters to get here... the dog is in daycare... feeling generally blah. I know this feeling will pass. These ups and downs have been cycling for a while. The downs are getting less intense and shorter, in general. All I have to do is keep on keeping on and wait for it to start feeling right again.
It seems the world is talking to me... there's been several posts/articles/facebook notes about how if I wake up healthy, have a house, food, a car, etc... things just plain aren't THAT bad. I'm alive and doing pretty well. Other peoples' struggles make my sadness pale in comparison... that is why I won't give in to it.
“Struggle is proof that you haven't been conquered, that you refuse to surrender, that victory is still possible, and that you're growing.”