Timmy Got Back.

Ache, that is. Owwie. *rubs his back* I know exactly how this happened. Yesterday morning, I vaguely recall flipping over to my tummy around 7 AM and immediately passing out. When my alarm went off an hour later and I started my day, my back didn’t feel quite right. I know exactly where it is. Left side, sort of in the middle. Under my shoulderblade reaching down a bit. I remind myself that there’s nothing actually wrong with me, and try to just do what I normally do.

But um. It’s my back. So much for doing back extensions today.

I forgot to turn off my alarm this morning. The irony is that if I had left my alarm off, I probably would have gotten up earlier.

Randomly reading back entries lately, I was reminded of how I used to want to run away from OD. It pops up over and over again. Yet somehow, leaving was never really an option. Leaving was “giving up”. You can thank my inner critic there. *laughs*

Looking through the entry calendar, it’s so obvious how I used to wait as long as possible before writing. In part because I wanted each entry to get as much attention as possible. But. Well. I wondered if people actually gave a shit. If I disappeared for a week, would anybody notice? The despair’s obviously gone and now I have people bitching about me writing too much. *snickers* DEAL WITH IT, WENCHES.

It’s funny how if you don’t have the simple things secure in your mind, they’ll keep you from dealing with everything else that’s holding you back. Reading anything before last December is like reading a tortured soul. Seeing how I was hiding myself was painful. Seeing when I actually let go was even more painful. Damn. I went through a lot of shit! I almost forget that, from time to time, more content to focus on the future and how nice things are now.

I’d confess how discontent I really was, then say nothing about it for a long time, pretending it never happened. Back four years ago, fat chance if I’d keep a running commentary. At least closer to my breakthrough, I’d mentioned my sad state of mind in my entries. I just didn’t know how to express it. Now I’m much more free to express what’s bothering me, my interior monologue, rather than repress or run from it. I was still terrified of whining constantly, then. I wasn’t aware that I already was a trainwreck diary. *laughs*

Owwie, my back! I think I’ll figure out what I can and can not do when I do my stretches. I like to do stretches before and after I work out. I’ve read that the cool-down stretches are actually better for you, as they can help your tendons from snapping back too fast? Or. Something. Whatever, makes me feel better.

Let’s see. Obviously I’m up a bit later than I anticipated, but that’s not a problem. It means I slept in! And I get to GOTO the Y past peak hours. Afternoon, it’s dead in there. It’s nice. Heh. Maybe I’ll run into Andrew again. One of my former managers. He’s notably bigger than me. Used to intimidated me until I realized he was actually more scared of me. You should have SEEN the shocked look on his face when he ran into me rounding a corner. As I joked to him, “Be glad you didn’t catch me in the showers!” Ha ha. *laughs* Ow, my back.

Let’s see. Extending the New Plan to its logical conclusion…

At 12:30, I’m going to get dressed, rinse my face and stuff. I’m going to eat some breakfast. Then at 1, I’m going to leave for the Y. I typically leave my watch in a locker so I can not really keep track of the time. What to do in the diner… Yes, I believe I’ll stick to my plan to make flashcards. Must know my derecha from my izquierda! : P Bring my journal and The Book. That places me coming back home around 3 PM, or maybe 4. I’m not really quite sure. I like taking my time. I’ll take the spare time and … goof off. Yes. Dedicated Goof Off time. Until 6, then I drive back down Route Ten to county. Tonight… I should do more character development. I’ll find a character sheet somewhere online and write some up for the ideas I have in my head.

Oh, that’s right, I said last night I’d do those stupid econ quizzes before I left for the Y. Right. I’ll snag some breakfast, and hammer them out. Or maybe two. Or one. One at the minimum.

Yes.

My Action-Packed Tuesday has already begun!