Pink Pretty Rants

Chocolate.  A blessing and a curse.

I just wanted one morsel. JUST ONE!

Instead, reaching into that alluring and deceiving jar turned into…I don’t even know how many morsels.

Need to brush it off and stand back up.

Oh chocolate… We need a break.

If I was the punching type, I’d really want to punch something right now.

Instead, I will think happy thoughts and then take a hammer and smash away those happy thoughts in my mind. Then sulk in this mild-anger that I am feeling.

I’m going to blow….a balloon up. And POP it. Then scream into my pillow. And then hit my pillow.

But, I’m pretty sure I’m going to forget about packing and cleaning up my room and just cuddle with my blanket and watch TV.

Oh………..i hate this.

Just a few minutes has turned my upbeat day into a bowl of sour patch worms that do not taste delicious.

…….Its. a. sign……

Perfect? Could it be? 

Nope.

Hello, door of the past. Why are you still open? I thought I closed you, locked you.

So so many questions. Crap. 

Work so hard……….

Nothing happens……..

Walking is a burden.  My right foot aches with every step I take. My knees are getting better but my muscles are starting to burn even more.  My pinky toes hurt when something rubs against it, like the bottom of my flip flop or when it accidentally glides over the floor.  As this day bears on, the pain does subside and I will soon be back to normal health, yeeeehay.  In the mean time, I will rest rest rest and do minimal exercise.  

I’ve been doing a little research as to what my post-recovery days should consist of.  They all said to rest for about 5 days but to continue walking around and not be a total chair/bed/couch bum.  Also, they said that around this time to start doing cross-training with light impact exercise such as cycling and swimming.  Too bad the pool is closed so around Thursday, I’ll plan to start cyccclling or spinning.

Ah exercise.  The sacrifices people make to be beautiful hahahahahahahaha.

I can’t change my ways.  I know that if I didn’t feel like this, I would have been flexible a long time ago.  I feel stuck and I really don’t know what to do.  This feeling sucks.

On a lighter note, Alba and I cooked dinner together.  Had lotsa lotsa vegeatbles with eggs. Then I had yogurt with strawberries and cereal.  Pretty much had breakfast at 7 PM.  

And then on another negative note, I really do not want to think about it!!!!!!! I hope the next 2.5 weeks go REALLY extraaaa slow.  Someone just give me a corner to cry at.