After too long days of not doing anything, I am back to work. This morning, I went to the gym and worked out, and I honestly felt no pain which was great.

That was, until I ate eggs for breakfast, which are very high in fat. (I guess I didn’t think about it before I ate it on the way to work.) the next three hours my stomach had a mind of its own grumbling, gurgling, and threatening to resurface.

Which began my long journey of finding a doctors office. Let this be a lesson to all of you young 20 some things who think that nothing will ever go wrong until it does. Please establish care with a regular physician prior to getting any physical ailments as you age. Believe me, because if I had a regular doctors office, I would be seen sooner than the end of February.

Beyond that, my day, although rather uneventful turned out to be pretty good. I had a good day at the gym, learning that my biggest issue is insecurity and my form which leads me to not want to watch myself work out. But I’m sure that will soon be phased out of me as Vanessa is on top of it with corrections. (Which is the biggest help of them all, let me tell you.)

I have never felt so comfortable in a gym, I don’t feel that anxiety and I don’t feel that fear of being approached. (By people I don’t know of course, I did run into another friend while I was there who told me and I quote “It’s too early for you to be in here.” which only earned a chuckle from me.)

I will say, that I am more impressed by myself every day, not to take my own horn but, I am getting up at 5:30 simply just to work out before I have to be into work at 8:45. And that’s on my late days, I’m getting up even earlier when I have to be in at 7:45 or 8 o’clock.

Most of you don’t know me, but my entire life I have been a night owl. Potentially because it was the only time I felt that it was peaceful both in my head and in the world around me. I used to find comfort in the midnight hours, watching friends on late night TBS, Writing until I passed out, painting, or drawing. Even as I grew into my early adult age, I always felt that I saved the end of the night specifically just for me for YouTube videos for goofy make up tutorials and for talking to the moon.

Part of me does miss that version of myself, but I think that she has evolved into a healthier version of me. Because I do still enjoy the night, yet I am getting to meet an entirely different person within fresh morning. Knowing that the sun is rising as I am rising, brings me the same piece that I once knew, staring at the moon.

Now I’ll look forward to kissing the sunrise every morning and silently praying that my gallbladder decides to give up trying to kill me.