Things Can Only Get Better

File Under: Incessant Bitching & Whining.
So I've come to a conclusion today; things can only get better. I've slipped into a funk, and need to pull the heck out of it. I haven't had the time of day to get on a bike for more than about thirty minutes in, like, a very solid week. Scratch that, almost two, and I've realized that my mood has suffered for it. I'm down a few pounds again in the last three days, and I don't care. Heck, I'm not even happy. I just want to get on the bike! I feel like I can't focus at work, because I'm thinking about riding and my weight. Scary thing there is I'm doing some decent work at the job, and can only imagine if I were pulling 100% what I could be doing. Even coworkers are asking me what's wrong. It's just a miserable funky, funk. Isn't it wild how the slightest change could totally alter your mood, and your being? It's amazing to me how such a slight alteration to a minute part of your life changes it so substantially. To further add to the funk, my new helmet is stuck somewhere between here and Utah in "adverse weather conditions". Whatever the heck that means, it shows that it's in Ohio already, which would mean it's past the "adverse weather conditions" but, again, whatever. I guess I have to look at the cool side of the pillow. I have lost a few pounds in as many days, so that's cool. I'll try to be more upbeat and "phun" tomorrow. Maybe I'll get out to buy the book Bluenoser recommended.