Woke up with some pretty nasty lower back pain as I sometimes do, and I still don’t know what causes it. PMS? My mattress? 

I was all set to say “fuck it” to working out, but I do like to get out in the fresh air and stretch my legs. If I don’t, I have joint issues and gain weight faster (though I sometimes wonder if delaying the inevitable is really the smart thing to do), so out I went. Since more isn’t better in my case, 20 minutes is sufficient enough. I made 5 rounds around the circle, which is a mile. 

I should increase my abdominal workouts in case that’s what’s fucking up my back. Strong stomach muscles help support the back. 

As for the dieting part – no fucking way. I’m not going hungry for nothing. I thought the medication would help me help myself in that department, but I thought wrong. I’ll keep my average of 1500 calories a day. 

This old, worn ugly carpet now has less than 40 hours left to live. Yes! It’s been hell pushing my schedule around, but worth it. I look forward to the break I’ll get once it’s in before it’s off to play appointment all over again. 

Had a series of weird dreams last night. I got so big I could barely walk, the FBI read my blog, and Tammy told me she once dated Arnold Schwarzenegger, haha. 

Then I threw a couple of pairs of underwear in the washer to be washed later on, but the cycle started anyway. Not wanting to waste water on just two pairs of panties, I added some towels to the load as the bin was filling with water. 

I was also writing a story longhand in a notebook, promising my dad who was alive again to send him an email since it had been a while, and saying something nasty about someone’s kids through an intercom of sorts in a large building (a hotel?). After I said whatever it was I said I ran through a few short corridors, made some turns, then into what was my apartment or room, and slammed and locked the door. I guess I was afraid the kids’ parents might not like what I had to say or that they’d sic the pigs on me. My dream self thought of wetting my hair and throwing a towel around me and telling anyone who came to question me that I’d been in the shower.