The Wii Has Broken My Body!

My arms, shoulders, and back hurt--basically, every muscle that I've used to swing my "tennis racket" hurts! It's good, though. I like that kind of pain. Hmmm, is that weird? Oh well. I love tennis on the Wii. We haven't even moved on to Sports Resort yet, let alone the other games we bought. The sports one is too much fun! We got it set up online last night, too, thanks to the help of someone on a message board I frequent. My husband thought we needed an adapter, but this lady said we just needed a wireless connection, and she was right. So that saved us from spending money for nothing.

My hips are also sore. They're killing me, in fact. And that, I don't think has anything to do with the Wii. I've been so sore since we were in the Pass--at first I thought it was from sleeping on the super-uncomfortable bed at my grandma's house (we have to pull the mattress off onto the floor or we just fall into the middle of the bed), but I've been in my own lovely bed for two nights now, and my hips still hurt. It's the muscles, but I don't know what's causing it. It makes it hard to sleep at night. I wish it would stop already.

Today I want to go buy some styling mousse, and then play with my new blow dryer to try to get my hair looking nice. I don't know if I remember how to do it now; it's been a long time. Then I think I'll go get sushi, because I filled my "frequent diner" card and I have $15 worth of free sushi to look forward to. Yay!

I know it's terrible--I know it is, you don't have to tell me--but I can't bring myself to buckle down until after New Year's. But then, I am seriously going to have to buckle down and smarten up. No excuses. Luckily my mood seems to be getting a bit better lately, and I want to leave the house more, so that can't hurt. I also have plenty of time to work on my course AND that "feeling good" workbook that my psychiatrist recommended now that I have until the end of May to finish the course. That can't hurt, either. It's easier to plan for and accomplish things when your sense of motivation isn't in the toilet.