That's how I'm feeling these days.
Not sure why.
I'm home from Missucky.
I've got a great boyfriend still.
We finally unpacked my boxes, so I'm feeling more perma-Amy.
My family is all fine and well.
My friends are all fine and well.
I've had this nagging cough but I can rest easy knowing it's not from smoking.
I have a great job.
And I got a scheduled promotion today.
So, that means I make more money.
To become debt-free faster.
I graduated from my class as Distinguised Graduate (like a valedictorian, sortof and I don't even think I spelled that word right...who gave me that award anyway?)
But with all these good things I think about:
All the PHO I ate while I was out of town (partially hydrogenated oil).
And all the running I did not do.
And that I am running a 1/2 in about 5 weeks.
And that I failed that stupido test.
And I still didn't run today.
And I am so freakin busy trying to catch from 2 1/2 months of being-goneness.
And I have this little nagging cough that won't go away.
Unless I take medicine that makes me act like a fruit loop.
And all I really really know that I want to do is to RUN RUN RUN.
But my butt just SITS SITS SITS.
And makes EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES.
Cause it's so raining, or cold, or hot, or dark, or I got busy and now it's raining, or cold, or dark.
I know. I really really know that once I get out there and just do it. I'll feel like a million unstressed bucks. My mind has convinced itself of it.
Now why can't it convince my butt to think the same way?
Til next time.