Its happening again.

As what was noted in the post preceding this one, I am feeling a bout of depression coming on. I'm doing well in school and I do hope to pass with a B average this semester, but with doing will in one aspect, I fall short in another. I look to this past summer. I worked out every single day for an hour to two hours. Everyday. I felt good, and many people were not even able to match my stamina or determination. I was still a large guy but I felt great. Let's fast forward to one month ago. Due to bad form (for once) in one of my work outs as well as contorting my body in an awkward way at dodgeball, I injured my lower back. This is always the big killer with me. I literally could not get rid of the pain for two weeks and in those two weeks I decided to give gluttony a stab and have been eating through the holidays as they come and go. Two weeks ago I found that my back pain had subsided just a bit, but still hurt. I wake up every morning with my femur feeling as though it is puncturing through it's socket and into my back. I wake up tilted, and odd. Additionally, at the championship tournament at dodgeball last week I decided to fracture my foot yet again. During the summer I did break it, my workout did stop, but not for as long as it currently has been. In that time I decided to fully make a connection with someone, but as it turns out that connection could only connect on one side. So back to the grind I went. That's the past though. To emphasis, my back hurts, and I hurt my foot. Waking up and getting out my bed is the worst pain I deal with all day and I regret it as soon as I wake up.

So, I'm sad because of this lack in exercise. As I said before, I'm a big guy. I'll always be a big guy, but I want to be a strong big guy. Not someone who just doesn't care about themselves. Tonight, after this Finals shit is done, I'm going to go back to what needs to be done. Correct myself. I need to.