Round 2 Day 9
Plyo again this morning. I fear jump training, but I still think that if I'm careful the benefits outweight the risks. (One of the things I look forward to about losing weight is not being quite so concerned about things like this. I'd like to be tough enough to take a beating and keep on going.) I'm proud of myself - I almost talked myself out of getting up and working out. I know that'll happen eventually, but I'm just going to concentrate on what I have done/am doing and not worry about the future. Also did ab ripper for the first time Monday morning. Ow. It's now official. EVERYTHING HURTS. It's great.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my opthalmologist. I guess it's a sign of my yuppiedom, that I go to an ophthalmologist instead of getting my eyes checked and my glasses at, say, Walmart. I don't think I'd mind getting glasses there, honestly...it's just more convenient for me this way. In some things, I'm very lazy. My prescription hasn't changed much, so my headaches are coming from something else. I'm betting on tension and dehydration. Since I get frames this year, I'm getting sunglasses. They look cool. I feel very privileged.
Still writing. It's up and it's down. Came to the realization yesterday that, for the second time since starting this project earlier this year, I'm writing a different story than the one I set out to write. This time I figured I'd stop fighting it and just write the thing as it comes. I can write the other story...even with the same character...later if I choose. Just wouldn't have figured myself for a domestic drama, you know? OK, it's not really a domestic drama. There are still grizzly bears, helicopters, cops and guns in it.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my opthalmologist. I guess it's a sign of my yuppiedom, that I go to an ophthalmologist instead of getting my eyes checked and my glasses at, say, Walmart. I don't think I'd mind getting glasses there, honestly...it's just more convenient for me this way. In some things, I'm very lazy. My prescription hasn't changed much, so my headaches are coming from something else. I'm betting on tension and dehydration. Since I get frames this year, I'm getting sunglasses. They look cool. I feel very privileged.
Still writing. It's up and it's down. Came to the realization yesterday that, for the second time since starting this project earlier this year, I'm writing a different story than the one I set out to write. This time I figured I'd stop fighting it and just write the thing as it comes. I can write the other story...even with the same character...later if I choose. Just wouldn't have figured myself for a domestic drama, you know? OK, it's not really a domestic drama. There are still grizzly bears, helicopters, cops and guns in it.