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So I’m sick. And stressed. And tired. So, so, so tired. And I’m beginning to write this post from my desk at work because well, my brain hurts and needs a break!
My mind and body are constantly on the go and I’m honestly not sure how much more they can take, and no this isn’t a plea for a break, this is more so a plea for my body to hold out a little while longer. I have spent a total of three weekends in my apartment since early August. I work probably a 60+ hour work week and I’m up all ours of the night working on bits and bobs for the blog, my brand, a low-key revamp of SA10 and because I simply can not sleep.
So technically… I do all of this to myself. It’s that damn obsession of wanting to be the best, wanting to do my best, and wanting only the best for my future. #CurseThePleasePlannerTendancies. I don’t know how to slow down, and honestly I do not particularly want to. Time waits for no one and I am impatient as fuck. I want to do everything now. Just need to find a way to balance everything out and still enjoy the now… which I am actually doing (hence why I haven’t been in my apartment for more than 3 weekends).
Remember the weight-loss / healthy lifestyle wagon I’ve been complaining about falling off of…? Yeah last Monday I weighed in at 133.8lbs. Today? 138.2. HA! So I don’t eat as often, which leads to me eating like crap when I finally do. And the gym? Yeah, that place is either closed or I’m too pooped to force myself to do an hour routine of cardio and weight-training. Please see below as my friends berate me for my laziness. I love them dearly:
[ Welcome to our WhatsApp chat where foolery, interventions and inappropriate stories and pictures are shared. It’s heaven within a smartphone ]
Then I read this post and now I am thoroughly confused. Oy vey…
Conclusion from ramblings? I am doing far too much. Worrying far too much. But… I like it kinda…
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