Blaaaaah

This whole week I've been sort of "Blaaaaah". It's not anywhere close to slash-my-wrist depression, but it's just one of those weeks where it's hard to get out of bed and keep going. This morning at the gym I had to move between equipment like a slug. Someone even came up to me while I was sitting at one of the workout machines between reps and asked me "Are you using that?"

Uhhh....no I'm just sitting here staring at the weights lifting it mentally with my mind what does it look like? I guess I was moving too slow for him.

Yeah so there's this funk I'm in and there's no solid reason why...but I won't bore you, my silent visitors with all that stuff. I don't want to turn this blog into a giant Richard Lewis sketch.

I've prescribed myself some motivational medication... going to eat healthy food the next few weeks, get more exercise, and dose myself with all the feel-good music I can find. A little bit of Jack Johnson, G. Love, Ben Harper and Bob Marley should do the trick. After all of this, if I don't become a big fuzzy ball of positive energy, you can come hit me.