Thursday, May 12, 2016

That Which Does Not Kill Us, Makes Us Stronger, Suposedly

I recently started working out again, and, it's become clear to me that, the older I get, the harder it is to get in shape. And, ok, I've only been working out for a week, but, still; I used to be past the soreness and able to complete a full workout (using proper form, I might add) by now. I guess I'll just have to cut myself some slack.

With the return of exercise has come eating better, which means no sugar or soda. I was doing pretty well on that front, until yesterday, when I got a migraine at work -right in the middle of a supervision meeting with my supervisor-and had to break down and drink a diet soda to rush the caffeine into my brain, along with my sumatriptan. The really sad part of that story is that I had to bum the soda off my supervisor and it was Diet Coke, which tastes like ass.

Once the distortion in my vision had passed, I went to an emergency appointment with a new masseuse, who concentrated on the back of my neck, right at the base of my skull, which, felt like sex. Or, like eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. It was nice, is what I'm saying.

I then booked a full-body massage with my usual masseuse next week, because, if I'm going to be in this much pain from trying to do something good for my health, I might as well indulge in a good rub-down; it's not as comforting and tossing back a handful of M&Ms, but, I guess it will have to do.

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