I am getting old.
I woke up this afternoon (yes, afternoon, seeing as I went to bed at 4) all fucked up, mentally and physically. Mostly physically. Last night was… mokay. Had some very fun moments (with cute blonde), a rather weird moment (when cute blonde remembered me from the last time I was there – in january!), and lots of laughs. emjayne was on fire last night, with comments about 80s retro whores in fishnet, full-body jerk-offs and giving prospective club patrons her professional opinion :) I'd have stayed a bit longer at the club, but the others weren't having as good a time as I was, and I didn't mind leaving with the gang to go and meet up with friends of MJ. Sadly, I didn't get ashre79 a lap dance. I think she was weirded out by the whole experience :(
That's where the evening kinda went downhill, IMHO. We got to a little dive of a bar with way too loud music and not enough breathing room. Now I know I'm an old fogey when I realize that my “scene” is the upstairs of a quiet irish pub… eh. MJs friends were a no-show, so we went for food and then headed home. I had a friend fry that did not go over well with my stomach – and I've been kinda burping it ever since. Which brings me to the decisions.
My body is a mess. I just turned 29 and, if I continue on this course, I will not make 30. My cardio is shot, my blood pressure is high, and my stress levels are through the roof. I need to take care of what I eat, in smaller portions. I need to exercise. That last one will be a BITCH!
So… sigh. Starting on monday, I will cut back on the portions that I eat. No more pop. No more salty, fatty snack foods. I will renew my YMCA membership. I need to get my body back in shape… The fact that I'm stressed over the fact that I'm out of shape is making me physically ill. Isn't that a bitch.