1.5

1.5 months. That's all that's left. Until I'm "finished". Yeah, right.

Here I am, sat in my room. It's 3pm and I'm still in my kimono (read: robe). All I've done is watch Friends episode after episode and finishing up the last of my sweets. I feel so fat and lazy and useless.

Then add on top of that the above fact. 1.5 months until I'm supposed to be "cured". In other words at the top level, or as good as it gets, or in my life's shape.

Excuse me?

The knee feels like it did back around 4-5 months and I've added another couple of layers of fat in the past 2 weeks. I know, I know, if I go back to serious training I'll go back in fitness but what about the knee? I'm nowhere near a normal level! And perhaps the worst part - I have no particular reason to get back to one! Why? Why, why, why? I have no sport to return to and no major purpose to pursue.

Of course whining doesn't help, and of course I'll do my training this week. Have 4 more days after all for 3 sessions so I'll be fine. But if I don't start doing serious, sports-oriented training, this is where I'll be. And what difference does it make anyway?

How did I end up here?

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