  No, I didnt just get up. That was almost an hour ago. I would have awoken earlier, but I was having these strange nightmares of lightening strikes and dead people, trying to run from toppling buildings and mourning with friends as word came that others were killed. Images of bridges, flawed and bending, coming crashing down on top of people. Strange stuff. I was glad when the phone rang twice to get me to shed the sweaty sheets and get a move on the day.
To the gym. Thats my one and only priority today. Its free, and I need the workout. Been gaining weight steadily these past few weeks, and Im not about to let it happen without a fight. True, some of it is muscle in my arms, but a lot more of it is chub on my tummy. Emotional eating. Its not a good coping method. Like drinking, it only makes me feel worse later on. Oh my! I know what I dreamt about! It was Claudia. All of a sudden I was on the phone with her. Like old times. I was telling her how hot she looks these days with all the running and weights.
I was off the gym to see her. Thats all I can remember. So am I too going to the gym to regain that sense of what? To look as hot as I can possibly manage to better ensnare a bride? I have been getting the bug to go out and date a bit. Or just spend more energy polishing my rmMaybe I just miss thinking that someones appreciating the hard work. Besides just me. 
