These past two weeks I have played 30 hours of tennis. Yes, this seems like a small number, but unless you play you cannot judge. In addition, my buddy/trainer has persuaded me to focus on my big five (lifts). The compounding effects of tennis, lifting, running, studying, work, and lack of sleep have amounted to my physical degradation.

My delts, quads, glutes, forearm, calves, and hamstrings have given up on the team - my body. This is why I am laying on my bed - motionless - with my fingers and mouth as my only means to type and voice for sustenance. “Karen please, I can’t move. I need a soup and chicken burger STAT!” 

Mental and physical health wednesday disaster. 

I have told this story many times, and I thought I should share it with tumblr. As a part of class, we were given the opportunity to view a childbirth from an observation room. I’ve seen multiple births on video, and have been fine. In person, however, one becomes acutely aware that someone’s flesh is being stretched beyond threshold. In this particular birthing event, the mother had severe tearing. At that point, I excused myself from the class to pay a visit to a friend - the toilet. 

Both of my sister’s are pregnant and I wish them fast and painless deliveries. When their time comes, I will be at home cringing as my friend struggles to push her head through the opening of her sweater. 

Planning a dinner is stressful. I had ten of my good friends over - six from one group and four from another. It’s stressful trying to make sure everyone is having a good time. I hate myself for being a people pleaser. 

I would have had a better night if I was drunk. 

Note to self: bring more alcohol.