Good morning, good afternoon, good evening,
is finished. The routine is already installed. I'm return to work. Return is a big word, I let my head I-don't-know-not-too-where. In short, my body is back to work.
Moreover, as my motivation to walk has always been the same since my move, I did some research to find out how long it would take me to move my body to work. Google Maps I predicted a market of about 1 h 27. Monday morning, I tested. I got up at 5 am completely décâlissée finish my vacation. I left his eyes glued to 5 pm 30. Ok, this is not the beautiful Laurier or Mont-Royal, but I found my new neighborhood and surrounding areas. I'm lost, obviously. I arrived at work at 6 am 28. So in your teeth Google Maps! In short, I returned in the evening too. Unfortunately, Tuesday morning was atrocious ... and again. I horribly wrong in the lower back, it hurts my legs ... maybe that 13.6 km is a bit much for a return to work after two weeks of vacation. However, last night I went back to walking ... it was cloudy and humid. I got caught by the rain, but not just a nice little rain. No, the deluge. I stopped on the way to twist my jogging pants, I removed my glasses because I could not see anything, I've posted I had my hair also twist around every corner. I got home drenched, discouraged with wet shoes and I hope to save from drowning.
This morning I took the subway, not because of rain, not because of my back, but because I find it difficult to walk on one foot. As if the bone was out of my ankle ... it's not very pleasant. So I give myself the day to get better and tomorrow I hope to jump around on the spot.
we say more? I'm
stabilized by routine, but I feel I have no more life if I continue on this path walk. I died around 19 pm at night, eyelids heavy, I crawl to my bed, cursing the morning. I had all the miseries of the world to get up after 7 pm and 30 during my vacation, I swear I could sleep all morning if I was given the chance.
I still had a lovely holiday although I complain. Many activities owls.
Well, it's time thérapétisons with Eli. When I went to my cousin who just gave birth to the beautiful Lolo, I cried when I took her in my arms. Bah, nothing new, I braille the whole time. But this was special. I was afraid. Fear not never know it, pregnancy, childbirth, a baby with me, share it with my boyfriend ... I wanted small and I thought how lucky she was to have a family so united, 2 older sisters, 2 wonderful parents, etc.. Cimonac if I can not get into a relationship, it will be difficult to start a family, both found a school for people with fear of commitment as well be disabled? I would close my eyes, open them in 5 years and hope with all my heart that I'll have something good, I'm having grown up in a life 2, I'll be happy. But I'm afraid to wake up in 5 years and still be exactly the same point. Mourning another neighborhood, now whining about the end of my vacation, doing some scrapbook pages with other people's kids ... Ben coudonc, if that's it, I guess I'll get used to it;)
p'tain Ah, well ... or maybe in 5 years, my blog will be positive, who knows;)!
nice day ...
XxX
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