Let me first start off by saying that being sick for an entire week is more exhausting mentally rather than physically. I am officially bored, bored, bored. Having a weekend to do nothing was something that recently I kind of wished for just because life gets so crazy at times. I have officially however removed any such wish from my mind. This sucks ass sideways. And of course it has me thinking about things I sometimes complain about.
First, not being able to work out is just terrible. There are many weeks that I just wish that I could just sit around after work and relax, no working out, just pure laziness. I have come to realize that this is just something my body and mind cannot handle. Ever since I was basically able to walk I have been super active. I mean I was put on the swim team at the age of four…now come on. All throughout grade school, high school, and college I was part of some sort of athletic team, total fucking jock I know. I went to school all day, went to practice, worked out after practice, then homework, bed, repeat. After college I remember going into shock like, what the fuck do I do now? So I joined a gym, and spend most of my afternoons kicking my own ass in some sort of way.
Yeah there are days when I take time off, but I honestly don’t think I can mentally handle ever being lazy. Even on vacation, I find yoga studios, beaches to run on, or some sort of excursion to challenge me physically. This week has been tormenting having to come home after work, cause yeah I have no more time off, and just lay around. I broke down two days and had to get to the gym, validating the fact that sweating it out, would help me get better. Well I was wrong…I just got more sick and more sore. As you can tell, case in point, not being active is not good for me. I stress out and find it necessary to just spend my time bitching about it. I promise that for the next couple of months, only realistically, I will not complain about having to get in a workout. I might run ten miles one day next week just to feel better about all this lost time on the couch.
Second, I used to think my social life was somewhat expensive, however now I beg to differ. If I was sober, I would be completely fucking broke. All I would do is shop, eat, shop again, travel, and go to shows. It’s crazy, how do sober people handle this? What is there to do besides spend money?
I mean, a year or so ago I was talking to this guy who was in recovery, and I had absolutely no problem with staying sober with him. But now that I think of it, I didn’t pay for anything we did. Our first date consisted of a trip to Santa Monica, yea fucking California, Cirque De Soleil, expensive dinners, etc etc. I don’t really know how he did this, and come to think of it I should probably send him like a major thank you note or something for all the money spent. What an awesome dude.
This weekend I have been completely sober, I have left the house not even a
handful of times, and I have spent about twice as much money than I typically would. I am not really sure how this is possible, but it is and I am completely baffled. It is much cheaper to drink and spend half the weekend recovering in bed. I give mad props to those that are sober, and I might just have to spend some time figuring out how they are not all homeless living on the streets. Cause I would be.
There is absolutely no point to any of what I just wrote. Awesome. I think I am going crazy. Being sick is the woooorrrsssttt.
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