My ‘no buying lunch’ in September challenge didn’t work out as planned; I bought a bag of chips and a cookie today, so I’m not doing so well on the ‘not buying stuff I don’t need’ thing either. Animation Festival stress eating is my white whale.
Yesterday, I saw a dude commuting in a Bentley, a car worth many times more than my annual salary, which made me feel smug as hell for getting where I needed to be for free.* Who’s the bigger dickhead in this scenario?**
Despite running, doing bits of yoga, and biking every day, my #1 way of injuring myself significantly continues to be sleeping. I woke up to a shoulder essentially in spasm and a neck that did not want to turn left. Did some more yoga (I fear I am becoming one of those people) and worked out a lot of the kinks, but I am far from 100%. And my jaw’s been aching like crazy and my bite feels funny, so I think I need my dental crown filed down again. Basically, my left side is jacked like fuq and feel like I’m half a 102-year-old.
There is no number 4.
* My mid-range hybrid has more than paid for itself, despite expensive repairs, over six years.
** Me, ‘cause it’s none of my fucking business. I doubt dude was saying ‘Look at that jerk on a bike, acting all righteous and shit.’