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Bored.
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
For the past week, I have gone to work and I have sat. That's about it. Oh, there's been some variation - on occasion I've sat in the car, or sat in a restaurant, or sat at a friend's house. I've sat and watched movies, sat and enbroidered, sat and read. But ultimately, it's all sitting.
Sitting is not my strongest talent. I'm very good at walking, and bouncing, and dancing, and stretching, and even standing. Asking me to sit still for more than a couple of hours is arduous. It's not just my mind that gets bored; I can feel my entire body protesting that it wants to do something. My feet want to feel the floor. My legs want to go somewhere. My backside is tired and wants the rest of me to do some work for a change.
More than that, I can feel every bite I eat going to my stomach, and from there into permanent residence somewhere around my thighs. I've gained about five pounds in the past year, and this is just making it worse. Watching all my friends diet and exercise, while I blow up like a heinous blimp with a malfunctioning knee is just miserable, but any sort of exercise I can think of involves bending my legs at some point. And while I'm getting better, I unfortunately proved to myself today that I'm not better enough to use my exercise bike without nearly setting myself back to constant pain.
Of course, this is more or less pointless dwelling on a minor problem. But, since all I have to do with my time is sit, I have a lot of spare energy to spend on worrying and griping.
I'm bored. Can I be better now, please?
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
For the past week, I have gone to work and I have sat. That's about it. Oh, there's been some variation - on occasion I've sat in the car, or sat in a restaurant, or sat at a friend's house. I've sat and watched movies, sat and enbroidered, sat and read. But ultimately, it's all sitting.
Sitting is not my strongest talent. I'm very good at walking, and bouncing, and dancing, and stretching, and even standing. Asking me to sit still for more than a couple of hours is arduous. It's not just my mind that gets bored; I can feel my entire body protesting that it wants to do something. My feet want to feel the floor. My legs want to go somewhere. My backside is tired and wants the rest of me to do some work for a change.
More than that, I can feel every bite I eat going to my stomach, and from there into permanent residence somewhere around my thighs. I've gained about five pounds in the past year, and this is just making it worse. Watching all my friends diet and exercise, while I blow up like a heinous blimp with a malfunctioning knee is just miserable, but any sort of exercise I can think of involves bending my legs at some point. And while I'm getting better, I unfortunately proved to myself today that I'm not better enough to use my exercise bike without nearly setting myself back to constant pain.
Of course, this is more or less pointless dwelling on a minor problem. But, since all I have to do with my time is sit, I have a lot of spare energy to spend on worrying and griping.
I'm bored. Can I be better now, please?
