Who wants to be bored by my confessional blogging? Ok,
I'm down. Way down. Off the wagon, even. I'm GOING to run tonight...as soon as I finish blogging. That's right, my name is Nicole, and I have hypergraphia, and I am NOT ashamed.
I'm brooding hardcore. Although I have my reasons (and of course it's typical Scorpio behavior...not that I'm blaming my sulky, moody behavior on my sign, I'm just sayin'...), even I'm sick of it. I want to train regularly, but it's so hard when all I want to do at the end of the day is drink. Drink and write. Drink and unwind. Right now I'd rather be in a bar than the gym, and that's not good. I won't lie, I'm feeling weak and flabby, and I HATE that. This isn't who I am. I'm not normally lazy, but I've been feeling tired, like all my hope is bleeding out of me. Like I'm drifting so far from the "iron body, iron mind" mentality that I might never get back.
That, and I'm breaking out like a teenage boy. Maybe it's a hormonal thing.
This much I know: I need some hope, I need some light. I need to catch a break.