Jul 21, 2011 22:23
Started yoga today.
Apparently I can now be referred to as a "yogi." I'm not so sure of that. I don't own one of those fancy mats.
I go to the gym four days a week now. I've gained fifteen pounds of muscle mass. My life is so upside down and backwards these days. I have all these new habits that would have baffled the me who first started this journal in 2002.
I get up at five in the morning every day. Subscribe to muscle fitness magazine, watch youtube videos to learn the proper form and study manuals on techniques and nutrition. I eat kale with nearly every meal. I'm mindful of my intake of carbohydrates.
I like being single because it means that I can go to the gym more often. The truth: I don't know what else to do with myself. The gym is comforting, something positive to focus on. I can't let myself be idle anymore; sitting at home watching movies or playing video games is a waste, it feels so wasteful.
I'm taking supplements three times a day, whey protein after workouts because the body absorbs it fast, casein protein at night because it absorbs slow.
Am I writing again? Will these fingers eventually find their typing way to that book I stopped writing six years ago?? They're moving now, who knows where they'll end up.