The Comeback Kid Strikes Again
I’ve been in a health kick for the last month, more seriously these past two weeks. I voluntarily go out of my way to take the long way, push myself to work 2-3 hours at the gym (or home), continually try new things (Zumba class, for one), wander around my neighborhood and get lost in the dusk, and so it goes. The feeling of sweat trickling down my forehead, onto my neck and soaking my clothes feels like a million dollars knowing that you put in the work and it paid off. Having been really lethargic and apathetic in the past, this new regime has put on some serious benefits, namely my daily patterns and attitude as a whole. I no longer yearn for naps in class, nor do I nosh on unhealthy, convenient food. For example, I took a nap after school and thinking it would go on for three hours like my normal coma naps, I awoke exactly in 30 minutes—energized, and ready to move! I made a healthy dinner, and I eat fruit like crazy. I’m starting to notice the bags under my eyes diminish and my interest in junk food revert to healthy alternatives. I’m still not getting the proper sleep I need, but I am so equipped with bubbling energy throughout the entire day, it’s really all so rewarding. I’ve been working out consecutively, waking up to sore muscles and tightened skin. Oh man, I’m so high off this, you guys. Ignore this post, or take my word. I’m back again, baby! Doing it right 2.0.
I was glad that I wasn’t in love, that I wasn’t happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
— Charles Bukowski (Women)
Zumba kicked my ass.
Walked to my friends house prior (one mile) then we went to the gym to hop into a zumba class. I left 3/4ths of the way because I made a mistake in wearing my hi-top Nikes and cramped up. Soaking in sweat with my One Man Wolf pack t-shirt, sexy.
I’m over here, lying on my back reflecting on my own struggles while watching this 16 year old girl have a premature baby and lost her fiancé on TV. I think I need to re-evaluate a bit.
