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Oh Paula Deen, your sunny attitude and gallons of melted butter win me over every time. That is not to say that I need any more butter at the moment. My fitness is at an all time low and my energy levels are shot. Come to think of it, and I mean no offense Paula, but I'm going to need you to step back before I become a comatose blob, sleeping everyday in an oversize hospital bed, being cared for by a crew of disgruntled healthy people.
I used to be in relatively good shape, mind you, this was back in middle and early high school. My endurance back then was one of a few of my attributes that I was proud of. It's why I enjoyed cross country. I was never ahead of the pack, but I never needed to be. I was content to shut my brain off, pick a good background melody to loop in my head to control breathing, and run for hours without stopping. Sometimes I ran into bouts of dry heaving (because I never ate anything back then) but other than that there was nothing in my way.
I remember that changing sometime around tenth grade. I got less enjoyment out of practicing, and thus got slower and slower than everyone else on the school's team. By the end of my junior year season I was ready to be done with it for good and I didn't return to the team during my twelfth grade year. Over those last three years of high school I saw my endurance die slowly in so many aspects of life. I stopped having the patience to sit through books assigned by the school and that eventually spread to books I wanted to read for myself. By the end of high school I was reading comic books almost exclusively (and for those who would say that this is ok, it is not, IT IS SHAMEFUL). I stopped having the endurance to get through most homework assignments.
Was this a trend born from my feelings of being trapped in my home, or my hometown? Obviously not considering it grew worse upon my moving to Fredericksburg for college. My inability to force myself to keep up with schoolwork reached new heights. I no longer had the drive to get myself into bed at a reasonable hour, or up out of bed in time to attend classes. By the end of my first Sophomore semester I no longer felt that I even had the endurance to finish school at all and told my father that I wanted to drop out. He convinced me to stay by promising that he didn't care if I ever used my degree as long as I obtained one.
I can't be bothered to get up in the morning and I can't be bothered to exercise. I used to weigh just under 150lbs but am now up to 175. I know it's not a bad weight, but for my height and fitness level it is not a good place to be. I tried to attend the gym more than the two days a week required by my individual exercise class, but after doing a fairly good job of that the second week of school, this last week only saw me attend twice, each time staying for no longer than 50 minutes.
Apparently I no longer posses the endurance for anything, not even in relationships. I broke up with Sunshine last weekend. It was only a few days before our five month anniversary. My longest relationship since high school lasted less than five months? Pathetic. And this was someone that I truly cared for. True to form, everything was going fine until something inside me just stopped, as though it couldn't be bothered to keep going. I held on for a few weeks before realizing that I wasn't going to be able to kick start it up again. I just didn't have the endurance.
This is eventually going to be what does me in. Hopefully I can last until I'm at least 30.
Discover Monkey!
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I used to be in relatively good shape, mind you, this was back in middle and early high school. My endurance back then was one of a few of my attributes that I was proud of. It's why I enjoyed cross country. I was never ahead of the pack, but I never needed to be. I was content to shut my brain off, pick a good background melody to loop in my head to control breathing, and run for hours without stopping. Sometimes I ran into bouts of dry heaving (because I never ate anything back then) but other than that there was nothing in my way.
I remember that changing sometime around tenth grade. I got less enjoyment out of practicing, and thus got slower and slower than everyone else on the school's team. By the end of my junior year season I was ready to be done with it for good and I didn't return to the team during my twelfth grade year. Over those last three years of high school I saw my endurance die slowly in so many aspects of life. I stopped having the patience to sit through books assigned by the school and that eventually spread to books I wanted to read for myself. By the end of high school I was reading comic books almost exclusively (and for those who would say that this is ok, it is not, IT IS SHAMEFUL). I stopped having the endurance to get through most homework assignments.
Was this a trend born from my feelings of being trapped in my home, or my hometown? Obviously not considering it grew worse upon my moving to Fredericksburg for college. My inability to force myself to keep up with schoolwork reached new heights. I no longer had the drive to get myself into bed at a reasonable hour, or up out of bed in time to attend classes. By the end of my first Sophomore semester I no longer felt that I even had the endurance to finish school at all and told my father that I wanted to drop out. He convinced me to stay by promising that he didn't care if I ever used my degree as long as I obtained one.
I can't be bothered to get up in the morning and I can't be bothered to exercise. I used to weigh just under 150lbs but am now up to 175. I know it's not a bad weight, but for my height and fitness level it is not a good place to be. I tried to attend the gym more than the two days a week required by my individual exercise class, but after doing a fairly good job of that the second week of school, this last week only saw me attend twice, each time staying for no longer than 50 minutes.
Apparently I no longer posses the endurance for anything, not even in relationships. I broke up with Sunshine last weekend. It was only a few days before our five month anniversary. My longest relationship since high school lasted less than five months? Pathetic. And this was someone that I truly cared for. True to form, everything was going fine until something inside me just stopped, as though it couldn't be bothered to keep going. I held on for a few weeks before realizing that I wasn't going to be able to kick start it up again. I just didn't have the endurance.
This is eventually going to be what does me in. Hopefully I can last until I'm at least 30.
Discover Monkey!
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