Sick is a legitimate Excuse

In case you were wondering, I haven't died. But I have been ill. Thanks to my kidneys, and all the soda I drink. I've got some pretty mean kidney stones, and they've been causing me grief for weeks. So I've been out of the exercise loop. It seems like after a couple days, I'll feel better and get out there, only to be incapacitated not long after. So I've been spending my weeks on and off of Vicodin, which is not much fun for me. Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, I have surgery tomorrow to get the sucker out, and I'm sincerely hoping it's successful. Living in fear of your own body sucks.

All I hear is FAIL

I woke up this morning, saw snow on the ground, and went 'Fuck you running, not going to happen". I just remember Friday when it was stone cold, and what it did to my lungs. Yeah, nope. So instead, I got dressed and went to the college, in order to get a few things lined out for this fall. Hopefully.

That's something I don't even want to talk about-stupid programs requiring stupid admissions, and what if I don't get in? *frets*

I went to the grocery store. and I'm pretty sure what I bought wasn't good for me...any of it. It's what I get for going shopping hungry. And afraid. (See: school!)

Is it bad that I keep trying to formulate excuses because my birthday is this week? Like, oh, it's okay to eat like a fiend, it's your birthday! Yeah, I didn't think so. Does everybody do that, or is it just me?

Anyway, I'm going to run tomorrow. Switch up my days. It should be warmer then.