Oh my gaaawd, I haven't worked out in a thousand years. My arms and stomach are killing me and I spent barely 20 minutes alternating between pushups and situps. SO I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE WORKING OUT WHILE DEPRESSED. SUE ME. I really should have done... something. Holy god, I'm like some kind of lard ball with a skeletal structure, buried deep inside. Video games, man. They'll kill ya. I spent ages playing World of Warcraft. Do you know how damn many level 80 characters I have? And how many 85s... And how much time I spent playing it. And not exercising.
Well, I feel good. I cleaned a little, which always cheers me up. It was also so I could have some unobstructed floor space to do my situps and pushups. I used to be able to do situps the manly way, from the toes to the arms, but I'm weak from years of video games. Now I'm doing them the girly way, from the knees. But I've heard that weight training not only makes you feel good, but it also boosts metabolism and testosterone naturally. ALSO, if I lose weight, my boobs are probably going to get smaller. Greatest plan.
I've come up with a great plan. In preparation for moving out (which will happen eventually) I've decided to make a list of Must Haves and Nice To Haves for my future minimalist household. And the rest of the stuff I own will get donated, sold, or thrown out. I'm good with lists and systems, and having something to check off to de-clutter with would be helpful. I have so much crap, and if I'm ever going to move out/get surgeries/pay for hormone therapy/move to England, I'm going to have to get rid of most of the stuff I've accumulated over the years.
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