I've taken up jogging with Oliver in the morning. I admit, you get a lot of looks when you jog with a pug.
It's been really motivating. I've been having a hard time, emotionally, plugging away at my day to day life. I feel like I'm applying to jobs with no avail, not even a call back, I feel like I'm getting no feedback regarding my health - I'm not throwing up any more, but I am still experiencing massive chest and stomach pain, on 300mg of Zantac a day, with no alcohol, less coffee, and much healthier food. I feel like, "what's the point?" I'm 26, work a stressful job, and now can't even relax with a glass of wine on a Friday night.
Jogging is helping - my body aches, my things are burning, but I can feel my muscles, and I keep making myself get out there and run, despite the fact that I ache and burn. I keep going despite the pain, despite the fact that I'm not really running anywhere in particular. I just go, I keep going.
It's Good Friday and I'm here in the city alone - I work tomorrow at the Drapery Factory. Monday is my Ultrasound and X-ray, which I am dreading fasting for, then Tuesday I have an "appointment" in Orillia that I am trying to not get too hopeful about, and next Friday I take my driver's exam. A lot is going on, and I haven't had a chance to sew anything lately. I guess that's going on the back burner.
Today, clean, resumes, read that damn driver's manual, and park with Oliver and hopefully a couple friends
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