Speak up.

The day before yesterday, when the weather was good, I went out to climb a mountain, but I found that I was out of breath after climbing for less than two minutes, and in the end, I climbed less than 200 steps, and I had no choice but to go home.

However, when I woke up the next day, I found some soreness at the back of my foot on the elbow, and I had been sore for two days.

Physical fitness is indeed getting worse and worse.

Two days ago, when an author's friend was coding words in the early morning, he suddenly fainted while writing, and it was not his family who found out that the consequences were unimaginable.

I really want to change my work and rest time, but fuck it, let's not talk about the biological clock, there is no inspiration during the day, and only at night is enough inspiration, which may also be related to the fact that I have been used to the early morning code words for several years.

At least two or three o'clock every day, then sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon, get up to eat, and then have dinner at seven o'clock, just two meals a day.

Now that I think about it, I regret opening this book, and I should give myself more than a month off after the old book is finished, and adjust the biological clock to normal and then code words.

I can't eat anything every day, I feel nauseous and sick to my stomach at every turn, and I smoke more than a pack a day, and my eyes are always blurry.

In the past two days, I tried to change my schedule, but I found that it still failed, just like yesterday, after the update, I didn't write a chapter this morning, but directly chose to fall into bed, as a result, my eyes were sleepy, but I just couldn't fall asleep over and over, and finally watched three foreign movies in a row, and I still stayed up until four o'clock before I fell asleep.

If I don't complain to everyone, I just feel bored, and I have a premonition that if I continue like this, I am afraid that there will be big problems with my body.

Just like when I was chatting with an author the year before, I asked him why he suddenly got married in just a few months, and he told me that he was scared.

Because he found that the more he wrote, the thinner he became, the more he wrote, the more he lost his energy, and he was afraid of some terminal illness, so he decided to get married and decided to have a child, at least so that he would not have no queen.

I went to the doctor today, and I was going to do a full body examination in two days, according to what the doctor said, I had to strengthen my exercise, and the doctor gave me a suggestion after understanding my work: let me buy a flexible rattan chair, even if I don't want to move, every half an hour later, put on a strong music, and then just like those people in the bar, shake my head and twist my body and wave my arms, even if I sit on a rattan chair.

So, I tried it today, and the effect is okay, and I've been hilarious five times in the afternoon so far, and I may not be the best book in the author, but it's definitely the best dancing.