Be my Buddy?
I started working out a few weeks ago. My friend asked for a workout buddy and I jumped up and down, yelling, "Pick me! Pick me!" We meet at the gym at 6am. After some cardio, Brigette puts me through a strength training session that leaves me groaning and sweaty. I've noticed a difference. I have more energy, and my clothes are loose. Just yesterday, the Handy Man commented on my bicep, which I flexed for him. He pronounced that my muscles are bigger than his. It's not true. He carries around huge cabinets and sheets of wood on a daily basis. He has nice muscles. Mine are puny, but getting bigger. Ever since I 'finished' my book, I've taken a bit of a leave of absence. My writing muscle has turned to mush. I feel all squishy and soft. My mind is jumbled and I find myself avoiding the computer. I have no writing energy and I'm overindulging in junk thoughts. I need to write. Often. I am looking for inspiration. Something to spark my imaginat...