I'm not complaining, yeah I was just sayin'
I went on a long walk yesterday. Well, long for me. I walked for about an hour, making sure to keep my pace quick enough to elevate my heart rate. That's how normal people exercise, right? I mean... like... normal people, not people who are obsessed with going to the gym and burning all of their calorie intake for the day so that they can eat whatever they want or whatever their motivations happen to be. I don't wanna model. I just don't wanna look like such a tub anymore.
But anyways, as usual when I walk long distances lately, my shins have somehow caught fire. Halfway through the walk I noticed the twinge. At the end I was dreading hitting my toes because it burned every time. I was thinking of walking once a day, but if my shins don't calm down I don't think I'll be able to, at least today.
Anyway, I haven't written much. I never really did. But right now the biggest reason I haven't been writing is because I want so intensely to believe that some day I will make a living writing. But I am a pessimist to the core and I know it will never happen. I will work Customer Care for AT&T until I run out of attendance points and APAC decides to fire me. Then I will be a burden on my already sinking parents until some company decides that a degree in english and 6 years of customer service qualifies me to collate something. And I will spend the rest of my life making just over minimum wage doing something I can tolerate but will always want to find some way to not do. And I will always have to keep my home phone turned off and never put my cellphone on any piece of paperwork even remotely related to money, because that way when the collectors call at least I can say I honestly didn't get the call.
But maybe if I manage to keep an exercise routine up and lose a little weight and start feeling a little more energetic at least I won't hate myself so much.
But anyways, as usual when I walk long distances lately, my shins have somehow caught fire. Halfway through the walk I noticed the twinge. At the end I was dreading hitting my toes because it burned every time. I was thinking of walking once a day, but if my shins don't calm down I don't think I'll be able to, at least today.
Anyway, I haven't written much. I never really did. But right now the biggest reason I haven't been writing is because I want so intensely to believe that some day I will make a living writing. But I am a pessimist to the core and I know it will never happen. I will work Customer Care for AT&T until I run out of attendance points and APAC decides to fire me. Then I will be a burden on my already sinking parents until some company decides that a degree in english and 6 years of customer service qualifies me to collate something. And I will spend the rest of my life making just over minimum wage doing something I can tolerate but will always want to find some way to not do. And I will always have to keep my home phone turned off and never put my cellphone on any piece of paperwork even remotely related to money, because that way when the collectors call at least I can say I honestly didn't get the call.
But maybe if I manage to keep an exercise routine up and lose a little weight and start feeling a little more energetic at least I won't hate myself so much.