I'm more motivated than ever to regain what I've lost these last two years. I told my parents this, and while I still see the stuff they're having me do as chores, I've been getting a lot more active. I still don't like yoga at all, but my physical therapist said I needed to do something to stretch out my muscles so I can breathe better. I guess since I sleep curled up in a ball for 16 hours a day, that compresses the muscles between my ribs as well as in my front shoulders, making it harder for me to breathe.

So, as much as I hate it, I've been doing yoga once a week before going to work. Work and yoga are in the same building, and it's not bad. Yoga is taught by one of my mom's best friends who I've gotten to know and like, and work just involves organizing and filing documents. I can still listen to my own music and podcasts during both of those things. Only difference is, instead of falling asleep, I'm actually doing something for myself and actually getting useful information about hunting from the podcasts. Those hunting podcasts really, really, really motivate me to get better, because I have to if I want to continue hunting, and expand on my hunting. 

My dad has decided extreme forced cardio is the best way to deal with my issues, and to get met fit so I can hunt again. I'm not sure if it's a good idea now, especially since I haven't eaten carbs for months probably, and the carbs I'm eating now don't even get converted into anything, but I didn't die. My dad took me on what he calls "the puke trail", somewhere near Red Rocks. It's basically the trail all of the super athletes of the Red Rocks area are attracted to. When my dad first moved to Denver and started mountain biking, that was the first trail he rode, and he regretted it a quarter of the way up. Hence the nickname "the puke trail".