This morning I rolled out of bed and went to the gym. I came home and took a shower. In the shower I thought to myself, “Hm. My stomach kinda hurts.”
I got out of the shower and started making celery juice. Mid-blend I thought to myself, “Oh, my stomach does hurt.”
I finished my juice, brought a coffee to Aaron, and leaned over to kiss him goodbye and thought to myself, “Okay, yeah, my stomach definitely hurts.”
Then I hopped into my car and started off to work. I thought to myself “Good lord. I’m in so much pain. I cannot move. Call 911. I need to go home.”
My poor stomach! I got into the office and went home two hours later, thanks to my understanding supervisor. I can’t describe how much pain I had this morning. I couldn’t talk, I could barely move, it felt like I was being attacked by tiny men in my body banging away at my organs with small hammers.
But! I put on sweatpants, took an ibuprofen, and quickly put a heating pad over my tummy, and by 5PM I was back to normal. It was a tough day but immediately after my work day I got the dishes done.
I sat down to watch Netflix before dinner and I have not really gotten up since!
The epiphany has happened: IT’S. THIS. COUCH.
I collapse onto it, and then I collapse on myself, getting up only to eat whatever is most convenient in the pantry or the fridge. I fall asleep and then wake up to scroll Instagram, then keep my eyes on the screen until I go to sleep in my actual bed.
I sound depressed. Or tired. I love that it’s both.
I need to stay away from this couch every night except Fridays. I like being productive! It’s just so easy to get lethargic in a sofa this cozy.
I want to start working on my Italian before my trip later this fall. That’s what I should be doing with my lying around time! I need to get off this cozy chair and go do something. It’s almost 9 PM, but in general.
Speaking of, 9 PM my last two brain cells are disintegrating, so I think my mark of productivity for the evening will be a quick bullet journal entry, washing my hair and going to bed at a reasonable hour.