I'm not allowed to exercise until the second of December.
That means no bike rides. No "power walking" either.
Not that I actually do that, I don't, but it was specified.
I wonder if yoga counts as exercise. I feel like I'm just stuck in bed listening to Angels and Airwaves songs.
Not that this isn't good. I like AVA.
The lyrics are brilliant. Music... it's like experimental space rock / stadium rock. I feel like if I was on some sort of hallucinogenic drug, it would be one of the most amazing experiences of my life to just sit and listen to their music. But like. I don't do drugs because I'm much too terrified of being at all out of control of myself. So I don't see that happening. Anyway, musically it's okay.
But seriously, the lyrics.
If I listen close enough, I cry.
All I want is to exercise. I have a new body. I probably could actually exercise without feeling like I'm going to die. But of course I'm not allowed. And how shit is that?
If I'm out of shape from lazing around for an entire month, how am I supposed to be able to surf?
Anyway. I have all these cool bruises. It's a lot more bruised than this picture would let on. You can't see how bright yellow my skin is between the purple and blue bits. I love bruises, I'm so excited about this.
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