Repose.

The gym beckoned my presence, and I responded. Never too late to get your butt in gear.

When my hall mate found out that I use to lift pretty hardcore he set out on a mission make me his workout partner. He’s been trying to goad me for the past month, and today he was victorious. And so was I, because it felt amazing. I’ll be honest though, being slightly out of shape (grossly understated) makes working out a little more difficult than usual. I am committed though. There are no legitimate excuses that could prevent me from getting back in shape.

My goal is this: stay disciplined (work out 4-5 times weekly), be intense while in the gym (this means no lollygagging around, and lift heavy and hard and fast), and eat healthy (no more simple carbohydrates, eat smaller portioned & more frequent meals, and more greens). Lastly is sleep, but that won’t be possible so I didn’t include it on the list.

Regarding sleep, my sleep schedule is horrendous. A typical sleep cycle: Go to bed round 2-3am, work/school at 8am-3pm, sleep 4-7pm, study/clubs/workout/dinner 7-10, study 10pm-4am, REPEAT. wow. Thats 7-8 hours a day, broken up into 3-4 hour sleep sessions. Since when was it decided that this would be healthy?

So, this paper needs to be written, and its killing me. Like, internally, anxiety and stress are killing me. I look at the six pages I have written and ask myself ‘who the hell wrote that?’ and ‘what the hell are you talking about?’ and the answers I keep coming up with are: I-don’t-know.

Another thing: ‘I’ need to stop using the first person when writing and completely annul the noun ‘I’.