Day 3

I have been sticking to a strick regimen and figure if I can do so when ill ir wull be all the easier when I am well.

I want to fall asleep, but the nag never goes away that I ought to communicate something. It is now almist time for a new day. I wonder if my subconcious is trying to tell me something, but my conscious mind will not have it, so I avoid sleep because in dreams things do not have to make sense, the ideas that linger can be tested and discarded as silly dreams, but my dreams started getting less fictional feelung and more like an instant replay of life with things I missed being pointed out. But, though I start to believe that is really how things transpired, I know they did not. Like great realizations that I want to make, but they are not so...unless I pray enough. Oh, that is rediculous. Back to the meat and potatoes of daily life.

I walk 5 miles per day. I do wii fit for 30 mins. I do at least 100 sit ups. That regiment seems simple enough, but why am I do tired? Cause I am fighting an illness, too. On a list of benefits beyond the long term expected ones, my back has stopped hutting!