Day... whatever.
Sunday marks three weeks sober.
In theory, I feel good. But I've also been off Prozac for a couple weeks (tl;dr) so I'm riding myself hard in terms of my appearance.
Like, why is my stomach totally flat but my ass and thighs are too big for my jeans when I sit down... seriously. I work out every fucking day.
I'm filling the prescription tonight, don't worry kids.
In the mean time, I'm bowling today for a work function (donated to the United Way) and I'm trying tennis for the first time in 16 years with Jesse tonight. I have a feeling my legs will hurt tomorrow...
The weather is beautiful.
Go listen to Middle Class Rut. Good band.
In theory, I feel good. But I've also been off Prozac for a couple weeks (tl;dr) so I'm riding myself hard in terms of my appearance.
Like, why is my stomach totally flat but my ass and thighs are too big for my jeans when I sit down... seriously. I work out every fucking day.
I'm filling the prescription tonight, don't worry kids.
In the mean time, I'm bowling today for a work function (donated to the United Way) and I'm trying tennis for the first time in 16 years with Jesse tonight. I have a feeling my legs will hurt tomorrow...
The weather is beautiful.
Go listen to Middle Class Rut. Good band.