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Thursday September 28th - Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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2000 I can't sleep at night. I'm blaming all the adreneline from my workouts, but then again I have never had a flawless sleep record. Last night I was completely wiped when I went to bed, but I lay there staring at the ceiling. And I was staring at it too and grinding my jaw. I couldn't read - I was too exhausted - but I couldn't sleep either. And I had taken many, many valerian (which is maybe why the big headache today?) and it didn't help one fucking bit. Grrr. AND, AND I woke up EARLY only to fall asleep right before my alarm went off. I want to cry. I want to sleep soooo badly! Oh, if only I could sleep!
I was going to workout at lunch today to give my body time to chill out before bed tonight, but this headache and the overcast, cold day have made me decide today is a great day to take off exercising. And, since I've been so damn good about exercise lately, I don't feel bad at all.
I just hope I can do something productive tonight. I'll probably make a stab at preparing my salmon steaks, vege in front of the Olympics, see David if brings his recycling over (they stopped picking it up at his place) and go to bed. It's that last part I really care about of course. And it's always nice to see David.
Eck, not too peppy or dramatic today, so I will release you now. Cheers.
Exercise log:
Lifted weights at the Oakland Y again, which costs me $3 a pop but is more convienent when I come home before going to work out: back, biceps, abs. Then I did a rocking 35 minutes on the precor machine, burning a total of 420 calories (and my dinner only had 253!). I am so encouraged by the beefy men in that weight room - it's hard to let yourself be wimpy with your 10 pound weight when the guy next to you is pumping 75 lbs without breaking much of a sweat. And that myth about men looking at women in weight rooms? Hah! They're WAY too busy looking at themselves and all their bulgy bits.
Writing log:
May this little void be the source of all Heather's depression?
I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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