Curse these cold, early morning hours!
Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Two months into the new year and I have yet to address the issue concerning my weight.
It's not a question of why, where or when. I think the biggest hurdle for me, is how. How the hell am I going to drag myself out of bed in the wee hours of the morning just to break a sweat? The cold spell we are having during early mornings is not helping all that much. I find myself lost under the sheets, wrapped in my linen cocoon. The alarm clock useless to this point.
I'm getting old. I know that for a fact and there's really no going around it.
In a week I'll be turning 34, and I don't care what Jay-Z says about '30's the new 20', most days I feel like shit. I get up in the morning and I have 'mystery aches and pains' all over. I wonder, did I get my ass kicked while I was sleeping because it sure feels like i got a beat down for hours. This is ridiculous. Sleep is supposed to rejuvenate you, not make you feel like a punching bag when you wake up.
Although the punching bag feeling might just be due to Jacob. The boy is like a tornado. Have you ever had your nuts hit while you were sleeping by an errant knee or elbow?
I just wish someone would blow the whistle and charge that boy with a technical or flagrant foul.
But kidding aside, I should really start to do some exercise.
Maybe tomorrow...maybe.
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This was a quick one. Took me about 30 minutes just to lay down some color.
They say an octopus is smart, I'm not so sure about this one. He's cranky I'll give you that. But smart? I'm not so sure.
Annoying little prick, ain't he?
