Let’s get physical! Physical!
I went swimming this morning. But it’s not as simple as that.
My alarm was set for 9am, because I am NOT a morning person and that’s about as early as I feel like facing the day. But I woke up at 7:45. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but this voice in my head said “Get up! Time to get up! We’re going SWIMMING!”
*Uh, no. I want to sleep for another hour and fifteen minutes. Go away.*
“GET UP! Time to face the day! Let’s go to the gym!”
*Go away, please, just another hour…*
“GET OUT OF BED NOW AND GO TO THE GYM”
And this is how I ended up in the pool at 8:32 in the morning. Apparently there’s a perky person living in my head, and she is very persistent. Bitch.
So I swam for a half hour, showered, and got to work a bit earlier than I usually do.
Ugh. And I’m gonna do it again tomorrow.
I’m trying to get out of all the stupid ruts I’ve let myself sink into. Swimming should help. I have a dentist appointment later where I’m sure they’re gonna tell me I need loads of work done and toss out some improbable number for what it’s all going to cost. Whatever. It’s time to get my teeth fixed.
If I keep up this whole “exercise” thing I might have to start eating breakfast. Ugh. I hate breakfast. Who the hell can eat before noon? Still, I bought a cup-o-noodle from the vending machine at work today because I was gonna fall the hell over if I didn’t get some calories in me. The weirdest thing about all of it is that I kinda want to go for a brisk walk later or something. It feels good to move! I want to get my blood pumping! Let’s get those endorphins flowing.
Who the hell is living in my head and why does she want to GET PHYSICAL? What have I become?