I think ferret life could be a good life.

And I am going back to sleep.

Martial arts--great endorphins producer. You don't even have to play Gonna Fly Now to kick it off. That feeling when your muscles are both loose and strong, and you can feel your whole body work to produce a punch to the right area--all the way from toes to fingers--exhilarating even when it's not a fight--I can get that with a punching bag. Press play on the Bas Rutten workout and just GO. And then the sweet sweet feeling of coming down from all of that --beyond compare of anything I can legally do in public, that's for sure.

I tend to think of endorphins after exercise as anything that makes me feel less sloggy. I really need to get back to doing the wii fit, both the running and the yoga would have me feeling much better in just 20 - 30 minutes.

My default feeling for the last few months seems to be "I could sleep." and that's not so helpful for the ever-present low-level depression.

I have gotten endorphin high from exercise, but only occasionally, and either from a really long hike or walk, or sometimes in yoga when I would feel "in the zone."

I do actually get a nice endorphin rush from working out moderately to strenuously. It usually hits me when I'm finished and walking out to the car, and I just feel sort of floaty. However, walking the dog isn't enough to produce an endorphin rush.

Best endorphin rush, though, was my tattoo. Definitely.

If I do a longer walk (say, 2 miles as opposed to a mile and a quarter), I think it gets my energy level up a bit higher but is counterbalanced by the icky sweaty feeling I have for a half hour or so afterward, which I absolutely hate.

In other news, I met this week's work deadline a day early yesterday afternoon. So this morning has been all about reconciling bank balance/paying bills, and I foresee an afternoon chock full of goofing off on the internet.

woohoo - go you Matt!

I am once again do real work and contributing to the office. I also organized getting Buffalo Wings for lunch, so I WIN!

Did I whine yet about taking the kids to the orthodontist yesterday? As I already knew, both will need treatment, and the cost of braces and such is fuck! me! expensive. sigh. I mean, I knew that going in, but even so, the thought of spending thousands on their mouths is galling.

Casper has been to the orthodontist twice, and both times they've said her mouth is growing in ways that are making things better than they at first appeared, and we should come back in 6 months. We may get off really easy! (Dillo has only lost 2 teeth so there's no way of knowing about him yet.)

I sort of love our orthodontist, although of course she is not responsible for the way Casper's mouth is growing.

We are having an ortho consult on Monday for CJ. He had phase I ortho treatment when he was 10-ish which did wonders for his upper teeth. He has major over crowding of his lowers and a major underbite, so it will be interesting to see what they come up with.

My foot is "messed up" (technical term for the doc) and I have a cute shoe for the next week or so. She said I could keep up karate, just don't kick anyone with the shoe. Wheeeeeee.