The day before yesterday when the weather was nice, I went out to climb a mountain. I found that I was out of breath after climbing for less than two minutes. In the end, I had no choice but to go home after climbing less than 200 steps.
However, when I woke up the next day, I noticed some soreness in the back of my foot and elbow, which lasted for two days.
My physical fitness is indeed getting worse and worse.
Two days ago, an author friend suddenly fainted while typing in the early hours of the morning. The consequences would be disastrous if his family members found out later.
I really want to change my work and rest time, but the damn thing is, let’s not talk about the biological clock. I have no inspiration during the day and only have enough inspiration at night. Maybe it has something to do with being used to coding in the early morning for several years in a row.
I type until two or three o'clock at least every day, then sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon, get up to eat, and then have dinner at seven o'clock, just two meals a day.
Now that I think about it, I regret opening this book. I should have given myself more than a month off after finishing the old book, adjusted my biological clock to normal, and then started typing.
I can't eat anything every day, I feel nauseated at every turn, I smoke more than a pack of cigarettes a day, and my eyes are always blurry.
In the past two days, I tried to change my work and rest, but found that it still failed. Just like yesterday, after updating, I did not write a chapter for this morning, but directly chose to fall into bed. As a result, my eyes were sleepy, but I couldn't sleep despite tossing and turning.
, I ended up watching three foreign movies in a row, and I didn’t fall asleep until four o’clock.
I don't complain to anyone, I just feel bored, and I have a premonition that if this continues, I'm afraid I'm going to have a serious health problem.
Just like when I was chatting with an author the year before last, I asked him why he suddenly got married in just a few months. He told me that it was scary.
Because he found that the more he wrote, the thinner he became, and the more he wrote, the less energetic he became. He was afraid of getting some terminal disease, so he decided to get married and have a child, at least this way he would not have no children.
I went to see a doctor today, and I am going to have a full-body examination in two days. According to the doctor, I must exercise more. After understanding my work, the doctor gave me a suggestion: let me buy a flexible wicker chair, even if I don’t want to
After every half an hour, play a blast of music, and then just like those disco people in the bar, shaking their heads, twisting their bodies and waving their arms, even if they are sitting on a wicker chair.
So, I tried it today, and the effect was pretty good. I've had myself high five times in one afternoon. I may not be the best writer among the authors in the future, but I will definitely be the best dancer.