But it did get my day started off on the right foot. I feel less ashamed of my body and myself on days I work out than I do on days that I don’t, and it is such a nicer way to start the day as opposed to crawling out of bed and driving to work half awake. I feel like I have already accomplished something important before I get to my desk.
I am more depressed about not bowling this season than I realized I would be. I feel like I have been left behind by all of my friends. Out of desperation, I put out a call on Facebook for bowlers, but I know all of my friends who are ready, willing and able to bowl are already on teams, so I didn’t really expect much response. I could just sub or pace but, for some reason, that makes me feel even worse to be there but not really be part of a team. It’s easier for me to just avoid the whole thing. I’m an all or nothing kind of guy. It’s just sad that I have put so much time and effort into putting together two different teams already and they both dissolved, with no small amount of disappointment. I don’t want to have to keep creating a new team every 12 weeks. Although I have a REALLY great name for our next team if there ever is one.
There are a couple of things to look forward to in the near future, but I don’t like to tempt fate so I will wait to mention them until I am closer to the time and can be more confident that the plans won’t fall through.
My husband turns 43 on Saturday. I have arranged for a morning massage from our friend who is a masseur and a big group dinner that night out at a local restaurant he chose, then drinks at Rocks afterwards (which also happens to be Bear Night.) He’s a simple guy and rarely wants to make a big thing out of his birthday (unlike me) but I still want it to be more of a celebration than every other day.
And that, folks, is all I have to say for now.