Against Grains
Today was a tough day.
I remember as I was walking out of the gym last night feeling this terrible shock-whoosh feeling. It was a rather severe form of my pet symptom that always tells me that I didn't take my medicine. Since this workout went well and since I was dog-tired, I figured it might've had something to do with that and promptly forgot about it.
Then last night my friend drunk-dialed me at 3 am. It was a funny conversation but it took me an hour to get back to sleep.
This morning when I woke up it was clear to me that I actually DID forget to take my medicine yesterday. I felt pinned to the bed. It was really hard to get going! That and I was definitely feeling the effects of yesterday's workout. One of those things could've been manageable - to have to contend with both was a little too much to ask.
I did my best to get through the day, but like an idiot I left work early once my boss did. That isn't smart, but I really felt like I just couldn't keep going. I came home and fell asleep. The gray and cold rain and everything certainly compounded the trouble - I was very blue today, snapping back out of it only around 5:00.
So it was a rough one. I'm going to bed at ten tonight to try to add a little to the tank.
One thing seems kinda positive though - barring that one icky feeling, the shock, I had no idea I didn't take my medicine. I really couldn't tell. It makes me wonder if regular exercise is somehow helping me to keep the serotonin moving around up there. It makes sense, regular exercise being one of the best antidepressants around. If there's truth to that idea, I consider it a major plus. With medicine AND exercise I'm really keeping as far out in front as I can.
Luckily for me I was sure to take it this morning, so by now I'm surely back on the horse. Historically that means that tomorrow will go much, much better. I look forward to that, especially because The Artist is coming over for a little art-a-thon. I did a quick straightening around here so things are presentable. I cleaned the bathroom again, but things in here are still very very spotless. It's a nice clean place.
It'll be interesting to see in what way I'm sore tomorrow. There seems to be some interesting soreness on my upper back. It isn't bad but it's unusually localized. That and my left quad is a little sore, a very good sign. That means my deadlift weight is getting heavy enough to start effecting my legs more profoundly. It's not just all in the back with a little in the hamstrings. Progress is great! I'm getting stronger.
So I'll try my best to write off today. I can't help forgetting my medicine once in a blue moon, and it's not like I'd even WANT to forget it, knowing the consequences and all. I wasn't a very good employee, but I really was trying to fight against the grain. I'd even debated calling in sick. Given that possibility, I suppose things could've been worse.
Here's hoping for a good night tomorrow night. I'm interested in this girl. Guess that's it!
I remember as I was walking out of the gym last night feeling this terrible shock-whoosh feeling. It was a rather severe form of my pet symptom that always tells me that I didn't take my medicine. Since this workout went well and since I was dog-tired, I figured it might've had something to do with that and promptly forgot about it.
Then last night my friend drunk-dialed me at 3 am. It was a funny conversation but it took me an hour to get back to sleep.
This morning when I woke up it was clear to me that I actually DID forget to take my medicine yesterday. I felt pinned to the bed. It was really hard to get going! That and I was definitely feeling the effects of yesterday's workout. One of those things could've been manageable - to have to contend with both was a little too much to ask.
I did my best to get through the day, but like an idiot I left work early once my boss did. That isn't smart, but I really felt like I just couldn't keep going. I came home and fell asleep. The gray and cold rain and everything certainly compounded the trouble - I was very blue today, snapping back out of it only around 5:00.
So it was a rough one. I'm going to bed at ten tonight to try to add a little to the tank.
One thing seems kinda positive though - barring that one icky feeling, the shock, I had no idea I didn't take my medicine. I really couldn't tell. It makes me wonder if regular exercise is somehow helping me to keep the serotonin moving around up there. It makes sense, regular exercise being one of the best antidepressants around. If there's truth to that idea, I consider it a major plus. With medicine AND exercise I'm really keeping as far out in front as I can.
Luckily for me I was sure to take it this morning, so by now I'm surely back on the horse. Historically that means that tomorrow will go much, much better. I look forward to that, especially because The Artist is coming over for a little art-a-thon. I did a quick straightening around here so things are presentable. I cleaned the bathroom again, but things in here are still very very spotless. It's a nice clean place.
It'll be interesting to see in what way I'm sore tomorrow. There seems to be some interesting soreness on my upper back. It isn't bad but it's unusually localized. That and my left quad is a little sore, a very good sign. That means my deadlift weight is getting heavy enough to start effecting my legs more profoundly. It's not just all in the back with a little in the hamstrings. Progress is great! I'm getting stronger.
So I'll try my best to write off today. I can't help forgetting my medicine once in a blue moon, and it's not like I'd even WANT to forget it, knowing the consequences and all. I wasn't a very good employee, but I really was trying to fight against the grain. I'd even debated calling in sick. Given that possibility, I suppose things could've been worse.
Here's hoping for a good night tomorrow night. I'm interested in this girl. Guess that's it!