Flustered

Sour is my mood this evening. Not for any one large thing that has gone wrong, but rather a bountiful quantity of little things which conspire against my best laid plans. Of greatest note is the nonfunctional lighting in my dungeon ( ie. Where I weight train ) and my inability to discover the root of it's insubordination. This occurs, naturally, after purchasing another hundred pounds of plates, which I was going to use for the first time tonight. Service calls which force me to work overtime could also have hindered my happy thoughts.

Not all was grim, of course, and out of fairness I must point out a silver lining for the day. Visiting a doctor's office, whom I have not seen this year, earned me two hugs and a third woman who didn't believe I was me because Troy is "bigger than that". ( To be fair, I did still have my sunglasses on, making identification more difficult. ) Aside from noting my weight loss, they insisted that I had a girlfriend and that she was styling my hair for me. Heh.

Of course, it's great situations like that which pump me up to work out even more, which makes my inability to do so even more frustrating. The exercise bike I have here at my place isn't a substitute because I'm full of anxious energy and my muscles feel like exploding. The bike doesn't satisfy that urge because it's a long grind. Hmmm... maybe when my roomie is done watching Lost I can get him to spar with me.