Ugh, this morning I got up to go run and do my new Playground workout and found that my stomach and arms still hurt from doing it last week! I'm such a wimp.
So, still up there in the weight, I lose maybe a pound or two every thousand weeks. But right now my exercising has nothing to do with me losing weight and everything to do with me trying to get out a lot of this negative energy. I'm trying now to do the things that make me feel better, exercising in the morning, even if its just a little bit to get my heart rate going and I've taken to meditating again. Which is really nice. You know right now my little brain goes a million miles an hour with all the things I should be doing, want to do, don't want to do, its kind of a relief to sit quietly for 10-20 minutes and purposely not think about all those things. Ugh.
Today I'm sitting in the library, I decided I needed a change of atmosphere. Although I think I would love working from home eventually, I think trying to find jobs and do things I don't necessarily want to do is harder to do from my couch. So the cold library is offering me some more structure. And since when does Hixx not like sitting in a stack of books?
So, I keep going, keep shedding tears for Obama and then some for myself. And then the next day I feel great and the next day after that I feel awful. And John continues to be amazingly strong and supportive, I owe him that in return more than I'm giving it me thinks.
But we have a fun celebratory weekend coming up and lots of friends and stuff. I've been working on my novel this morning, its coming along quite nicely.
I wish Obama wanted to come over to watch Survivor Gabon with me tonight.