shanmonster | Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Something

I've recently started something I should have done long ago. I've begun doing kung fu forms as my warmup to weightlifting rather than run on the hamster machines. A few runthroughs of fook fu, gung gee, and sub bat sou warm up my body much more thoroughly than running on an elliptical trainer for ten minutes, and they also provide me with much-needed practice. But I curse my flawed brain. I ran through sub bat sou twice, and was fine. The third time, I blanked on a part which has never before given me any trouble. So I decided I'd just practice another form a couple of times, then come back to it. When I came back to it, the section was still missing from my memory. Why does my mind do things like this? It drives me to distraction.

On the plus side, my change in diet coupled with my regular exercise has definitely paid off. I believe I show more muscular definition now than I ever have, plus my abdominal profile is getting much more sleek. f00 thinks I've convinced myself that nasty-tasting foods taste good, but this is not true. I've just never had much of a sweet tooth. I do miss mashed potatos slathered with too much butter, though.

I just realized I've been remiss in practicing my dragons. It would explain why I've been having a more difficult time than usual on the hip adductor and abductor machines. I'll have to add about fifty dragons to my regular routine. And once I'm back up to snuff on those, I'll add jumping kicks. I find it difficult to keep myself on track when I train by myself.

I'm counting the minutes until the new hire group starts at work. It keeps getting busier and busier, and we're terribly understaffed. By the time I only had five minutes left of my shift last night, my voice had turned into a husky croak. I simply could speak no longer. I've never seen it so busy on a Friday, and it was still uncommonly busy at 2:00 AM when I finished. What is going on? I sure as hell hope tonight and tomorrow night are more relaxed. I only get Monday off before starting my week all over again. I'm absolutely burnt out, right now. I need a break.

One of my co-workers is going part-time next month. I'm jealous. I wish I could cut back my hours, too, but I'm still awash in a sea of debt, and my art just doesn't give me enough money to survive on in this city.