I was going nuts. Really, that was my neurologist's diagnosis over the phone. He told me to go take a hike. So began a Fitness Quest, of overcoming stress and anxiety with exercise...but I hate exercise. Really. Don't we all? A broken hand, a divorce and multiple life changes have ensued since it began, but still the Quest continues...
Monday, May 11, 2015
Tired and mad.
Today, I worked.
In patriotic clothing, of course.
No workout.
No hike.
My hand really hurt.
I was careful of my fuelings until...well until 7:30pm when I ate a half a bag of chips with three beers.
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