Yesterday I took a sick day, mostly as a mental health day to pull my shit together. Which, unfortunately, didn't really work, but it was nice to be able to just be by myself. I did manage to drag myself to the gym, and I'm happy to say that it was an awesome work out. It was almost therapeutic - I was testing my body's limits. I liked sweating so much, I liked feeling my heart practically burst out of my chest, and I liked the feeling of exhaustion. It was like the faster I went, and the more pain I could release from my body, the easier everything else would become.
Or, maybe it was just the new Q102-bullshit-music mix I made myself that motivated me to push so hard. Who knows.
Today's accomplishments:
- Not eating birthday cake at work (it was a co-worker's birthday).
Today's failures:
- Eating a muffin at Starbucks that was probably 2309458238402 calories.
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