How Was Your Day?

I HAVE DECIDED to manufacture my own happy-chemicals through diet and exercise because this is what I wrote just now: Oh my head is running out of happy chemicals. I feel very stressed, or rather I did earlier. All about an appointment.

So instead of popping a Valium or two I'm going swimming, which I like. And I'm sure afterwards that I'll feel better.

The idea that heroin completely disrupts the body's natural opiates, the endorphins, that you access through exercise, is patently untrue. Because I feel better when I go out walking.

I'm a heroin addict (actually a methadone addict) and I do feel better when I go out walking. So I must still have active endorphins.

If walking makes me better, swimming can only make me Much Better.

Queue into this today's Morrisons trip. Donuts. And not only Donuts but Raspberry ones. Now I'm going to have to do twice as much swimming. I haven't thrown any out of the window (yet) so I live in hope.

And how was your day? Did anybody do any swimming? I need COURAGE PLEASE to get my stark naked body into that pool. Because that's what it's going to be like that dream even I have had (as a child) of going to school, going wherever and being stark naked. And that's what I have to do. Strip off (in a cubicle; they DO have cubicles still, right?) strip off in a cubile and be As Good As Naked in a pool full of strangers who all want to swim boring lengths when you may as well time yourself and swim all over the place as I do. I do stuff like breathe out then sit cross legged at the bottom and make the lifeguard think I'm dying.

So how was your day. C'mon. Comments please:~~~~~~~


Illustrated: this is exactly how I look when I'm swimming. And if you believe that you really Will Believe Anything..!