I told everybody that I met during the dinner that I am running the 22 km Bukit Kiara Hill Run. Damn right, I'm going to run.
So tomorrow my training starts. With or without cigarettes.
Look at me... I look like a grandpa. How is it that I aged so much? It is because of the weight and the songkok. Man, I hate wearing the songkok. Suddenly I travel seventy years backwards.
I know, I know... NATO. Well, it must start with talk, then comes action. Do remember that I am [I am] Rapid Rapid Cycle Bipolar Type II. So my pendulum swings within the hours if not days.
In my own way, I am fighting this. Baby, you have to believe that I am a fighter. I don't give in no matter how hard or mundane it is.
Like today, I am in my chirpy mood. Yesterday I was in the state of blah. So you know the story... What goes up must come down. As long as there is no Dark Depression, I am fine.
Last night I thought I had nothing more to write to you. Today, I am so full of enthusiasm that I am thinking of writing an article reminiscing a quarter century as a BAD patient.
I think I hold on to that first. I am testing the water with my other audiences. Don't want to overstay my welcome.
The gist of it I simply enjoy writing. So it bothers me when I cannot write. Remember our early days. I kept on writing until I was exhausted. Those were the days hahaha.
Nowadays I enjoy a steady stream of consciousness. Thus, I write for the sake of writing. Perhaps it is better known as unpurposeful writing. I'm OK with that as long as you and Ratu Ina don't mind.
Last night, I did an exercise with Susan on writing nonsense. It helped break the writer's block.
So let's quantify my issues. I cannot sleep, I'm fat, I smoke, and I am sedentary. Four issues. I tackle the smoking issue last. That lifts my mood. So I hang on to cigarettes a bit longer. The other three I tackle immediately.
OK, Sarah... Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
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