Keepin' 'er regular

I went to bed last night fighting against a very queasy stomach. I've had this awful feeling in my stomach ever since I did that 6+ hour drive up here. I spent that entire drive imagining violent car crashes, looking at my mom in the passenger seat, and praying that I would be the only one hit. That way, the guilty culprit is the only one to go. My parents are calling me every day, suggesting I take different routes to work, pushing me to start driving. I am scared shitless. I told Brian that I imagine that everyone on the road is out to get me. I don't feel this weird about driving in So. Cal. People there seem less blood thirsty. Plus, I grew up there...LA is familiar and less freakish. Drivers over here seem overly excited for blood. Everyone drives as if they have a death wish. Dad says I passed the driving test because I followed his car from LA up here. He got confused and took the wrong lane, and we ended up in SF at first. From there we had to turn around to get to the EB. After all those hours my eyes ached, and I had to squint to force them to focus. I was also dizzy and mentally exhausted. But dad's look of amazement when we finally arrived was worth it. It meant a lot for my dad to say that. He never gives away compliments. Now if I can just get over my own bullshit and start driving around here.

5 push ups
10 sit ups

6 am: tall glass of water with Metamucil
bowl of Special K fruit & yogurt cereal w/milk

9 am: leftovers from Denny's: steak fajitas w/ omelette, onions, and tiny green peppers. Protein-fest. water

5 side exercises

I've figured out what gives me this queasy feeling. It's the Metamucil! I can feel it expanding in my stomach. It makes me feel weird. Maybe I should cut back.

The holidays was perfect. I got to see all my favorite people, spend a lot of time with family, play a lot of clarinet with my mom, read a little, watch some movies with family, and get that emotional whole-ness I get from doing all that.