Dang. I thought I could just jump up and be in shape again.

 I didn't realize how physically out of shape I was until I put my name in a container with others for a chance at a job breaking boxes in the basement of the dropin and I got picked!

I had spent months just sitting around in Quebec never going out and sleeping a lot and sometimes overeating, feeling depressed and stuff. I had thought I could just get up and do active things if ever I needed to, that I would just get up and do it n that would be that.

So it was mostly all cool, with a bunch of cutting and tearing and squishing and piling bits of cardboard from boxes. But when I had to bend over, after only about 5 times bending over I thought my spine was gonna snap or that I was gonna pass out or something! So when it came time to tie up the bundles of cardboard with string before throwing them in the recycling bin, I started getting really all hot n sweaty and exhausted and sat down on the floor to do it rather than moving around making sure it was good from every angle. I tried my best, hoped it was good enough to hold them together, and then the day or 2 later I was told the bundles fell apart when they were being transferred from the bin. Whoops. They said they'd have to give the job to someone else. Luckily they and I both had a humorous attitude about it.