Regretfully
I went out drinking Friday night and over did it as usual. I think I set my progress back two weeks and I am really angry with myself for it. I was angry even as I was stumbling into my apartment drunk. The nausea, vomiting, inability to sleep... none of it was worth it. I lost an entire day yesterday being hungover. I had had big plans for Saturday, they were all destroyed. Now it's Sunday and I am still aching from the experience and trying to psyche myself up not to make this day a continuation of the complete waste.
I did run this morning but my body was still weak. In the last leg of the course my back started hurting. I did not accomplish my pushup routine when I got back here either. Just a pathetic turn of events and I am stewing about it internally. I don't have time for these same old stupid mistakes. I've been here before and the same old routines will not cut it.
Not to mention the drunkenness lead to a few embarrassing situations Friday night. I'm too old for those embarrassing situations.
Because of the lost day yesterday I somehow have to cram in cleaning the litter boxes, attempting to clean the apartment, grocery shopping, I had wanted to do some gardening and maintenance on the property, need to change the sheets, change the shower curtain.... it all sounds really simple but hours turn into minutes when Sunday is a countdown to the inevitable doom of the coming week. Last week at work was another fuck fest, with me being the unwilling bottom, chained naked in the stocks. This week looks like another lubeless ass-raping in the making.
One of the few positive notes I can come up with is that the harsh, oppressive summer seems to be slowly ending. I am noticing the changes in the sun's position daily. Fall is my favorite season and its changes most often energize me. I only hope I have the time to slow down and enjoy them as they happen.
I did run this morning but my body was still weak. In the last leg of the course my back started hurting. I did not accomplish my pushup routine when I got back here either. Just a pathetic turn of events and I am stewing about it internally. I don't have time for these same old stupid mistakes. I've been here before and the same old routines will not cut it.
Not to mention the drunkenness lead to a few embarrassing situations Friday night. I'm too old for those embarrassing situations.
Because of the lost day yesterday I somehow have to cram in cleaning the litter boxes, attempting to clean the apartment, grocery shopping, I had wanted to do some gardening and maintenance on the property, need to change the sheets, change the shower curtain.... it all sounds really simple but hours turn into minutes when Sunday is a countdown to the inevitable doom of the coming week. Last week at work was another fuck fest, with me being the unwilling bottom, chained naked in the stocks. This week looks like another lubeless ass-raping in the making.
One of the few positive notes I can come up with is that the harsh, oppressive summer seems to be slowly ending. I am noticing the changes in the sun's position daily. Fall is my favorite season and its changes most often energize me. I only hope I have the time to slow down and enjoy them as they happen.