A little over an hour ago I was painfully shuffling across campus towards the parking deck and my car. My back is still a knotted mess of pain, but is slowly loosening thanks to the ice pack I applied and the wine that my roommate made me drink.
Thanks to him I also just had a tasty stir-fry dinner, rather than the bowl of tuna that I had intended. Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to go back on South Beach. I also thought it was a good idea to go for a run, which as my current state would indicate, was severely misguided. I, like others, have said that I only run while being chased, and am reconsidering a return to that line of thinking. I want to be healthy and fit, but goshnabbit, it f*ckin hurts.
If I were being true to South Beach and its teachings, I would not be self-medicating with wine right now...but it's better than the cookie, or Bojangles dinner that I fantasized about on my drive home. I wish I weren't the kind of person who comforts myself with food, but there you have it. But I am determined to shed the few extra pounds I've been carrying around since finals last spring.
Another frightening tidbit from my painful shuffle home includes a near disaster call to Sax. I was trying to call my parents and once again went one too many names down in my phonebook. I quickly ended the call. I think I was quick enough for it not to register on his phone. Here's hoping.
I need a new book: dialing your cell phone for dummies.
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I like the new format. Feel better soon.
ack! For a second I thought you meant you called Sax and spoke to him (and it went badly). Hopefully your call didn't register...and if it did, oh well! I hope your back feels better soon...might be better to stick to the eliptical or walking. :o) -CK
ps. I love the new look! -CK
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