When I don’t workout!!
I, honestly, don’t know how people go through their lives numb off denial, drugs and alcohol, how people go on auto-pilot, living like zombies for their mediocre job and silly titles. I don’t know how people can come back home and mindlessly eat right in front of the television and call it relaxation.
HOW. THE. FUCK.
When I’m immobile, when I’m resting, when I have a day off, when my brain doesn’t have a window open processing information, surely it’s suppose to be relaxing. But I don’t believe in relaxing because it’s the closest thing to death there is.
I would find my life SO boring!!
I’ve been doing my best to not hit the gym since my body has endured so much stress in the last few days. It’s officially now 5 whole fucking days!!!!! And I feel like I’m dying for Christ Sake’s! I have fever blisters on my lips, letting me know how fabulous it is to fucking have the body stress under critical conditions. The lymph nodes are the only things truly stopping me from doing a short and rather intense workout at home. I seem to know better when anything is swollen in my body. *rolls eyes*
Just last night I have these Fear Dreams where I guess deep down inside my subconscious is letting me know just how I’m truly feeling about all these days of not being physically active. It was quite interesting how in my dreams I started my Ipod and went to work. But it seemed the 35lbs weight were too heavy for me to pick up.
I was frowning in seclusion so no one would see the frustration building up within me. Tears were being held back. And it seemed like every time I was going to get ready to pick up the set of dumbbells and get a set in, someone I knew came my way to interrupt me. It felt like everything was brand new all over again. And I was lost just like a beginner. And the next thing I know, I wasn’t able to complete any workout. So I went to school.
This will never happen! But this is a reflection. Thanks dream!
This is Oh So Boring!
I scratch my head and wonder how the hell people don’t find the heart and the adrenaline to fill their bodies up for what they were designed to do: MOVE!