Still jogging twice per week. Getting back on my sleep schedule.

I need to put my bed away during the day so it’s not an option to lay down instead of doing shit.

Also last week I went way too hard on triceps and chest lol I was sore for 5 days.

I’ve run on the treadmill twice per week for the last 3 weeks. Between 12 and 20 minutes each time. Truly grueling, but it improves my mood for the rest of the week.

Weird runner problems began almost immediately though.

First, my leg got weird shooting nerve blasts every time I extend my right leg (while running). This was improved somewhat by tying that shoe less tightly. It’s not pain, it’s a shooting tingle from my knee to the foot.

Then, my hips started hurting this week (only while running). I mitigated that somewhat by increasing the incline and running lower in my hips + making sure to land heel first on every stride. This felt better in the hips, but it felt like it took more effort.

If anyone has insight into these things, let me know.

I feel better already, but I feel awful while doing it.

Runners high is a myth as far as I’m concerned but then again I only do 6 minute intervals so

I jogged on the treadmill twice this week, which I hate, but it was easier the second time. And the second time, my veins stopped itching like hell.

This is pretty conclusive data tbh. Same name, birth date, religion, country of origin, ethnicity…

A few older Allersberg residents want to remember a lady and her brother. Like other displaced persons, the two lived in barracks on the outskirts of town. The brother was known for his wit, they say. And the sister for her handbag. A pigeon always sat in it, like in a nest. The lady was rarely seen without her bag. Now and then she dropped some food into it, several people in town say. Dora Richter was also often in a good mood. But that was a long time ago, they keep saying. That’s why it remains doubtful whether the man was really a brother.

There is a long, proud tradition of trans women boymoding.

Putting in contact lenses with cats nearby

You guys are sharp, I’d have never looked at the out of focus waveforms on his computer.

I would say that you should make a rule stating that while you may request emotional support in the group, please refrain from ranking/comparing your situation with others.

Oh no; he’s hot.

Went to a low-key, friendly jam session last night and it brought into focus what I need to work on for piano.

Realized the unexplained sore throat I had was an STI. Got treated this week and immediately got better. The first doc thought it couldn’t be bacterial and didn’t prescribe antibiotics. Well, it was bacterial, and that could have saved me a month of annoyances. Ugh. Or maybe not, probably would have prescribed the wrong one anyway without confirmation of what it was.

I had to strong-arm my way into being treated before my lab results came back (and they never did come back, the lab lost it anyways!) Im glad I advocated for myself.

Doing sporadic workouts, and already seeing functional strength results, especially in abs and obliques with weighted crunches, extensions, and leg raises.

Avoiding seeking sex at times that ruin my sleep schedule has been a positive change. Just had sex at noon and it was great.

Having trouble getting gigs for my new group. I’m making my own in my backyard. That seems like the socialist thing to do.

Sorry if it’s causing dysphoria, but bodies have bulges, it’s a normal thing. FWIW there’s nothing bad or ugly about what I see in this image.

I had an insecurity about extra skin in this location, made worse by the fact that I have to open my throat real big to sing. I did eventually accept it.

If you can’t learn to accept it, surgery or cosmetics, maybe?

I’m not really sure what aspect of it you’re pointing to. Just looks like a normal human throat.

My library provides a free headspace subscription. I really like that app tbh although if it’s not free it’s highly overpriced.

AFAIK, you can count breaths in and out up to an arbitrary number (like 10) or meditate with a mantra that you repeat over and over.

The real secret sauce is noticing your thoughts, literally saying to yourself “oh, that’s a thought I just had,” then without strongly reacting, let the thought just float away and continue with whatever you were focusing on before.

What we say to ourselves is/becomes our reality unless you take the time to realize that it’s not necessarily true just because your brain said it.

Also, meditation is a good time to notice sensations in your body that you may not have realized you’re having, or emotions that you didn’t know you were having. As benign as “oh my weight is pressing down on the floor/my chair” and as specific as “I’ve got kind of a weight in my chest” and later you can figure out whether it’s because you’re lonely or tired or whatever.

One of us. One of us. One of us.

Finished my groups demo this week even though it took 4 days longer than I wanted to get started. Watching yourself perform can be rough. But this time, the anticipation was worse than actually doing it.

I haven’t procrastinated that badly since school.

Carmen McRae’s version of Skylark is amazing (the entire birds of a feather album is, too).

Way too busy to do a write up but I’m doing great, actually. Put together a band, and we’re recording a demo this weekend or next week.

Good shit comrade.