The Mok Spot

Yesterday I randomly watched some special on I think it was the Discovery Channel about the amazing human body and pushing it to the limit. It talked about this guy who was swimming across the English Channel. It went through everything his body was going through.

Apparently we only have about 2 to 3 hours of energy and our body copes by either enlarging or shrinking fat cells. But after that 3 hours is up, your body has to make a change over. But before it changes over, you start to feel like shit. Your body is telling you that the situation sucks ass and that you should stop. But our bodies are designed to keep going regardless.

Your body makes this change and actually starts consuming the fat cells. It is kind of like cannabalism in that it starts to eat itself. But that point right before, when you feel like shit is apparently called hitting a wall.

I think the same applies to relationships. At least my relationships.

I'm fine for a set period of time and then I slam headfirst into this wall. But unlike my body, I'm not designed to make a change so I just stop. I stare at the wall like: FUCK, but then I just bounce.

For whatever I can't put in the effort to keep pushing forward. I can't go around consuming myself like that. I feel like I do enough of that before I even reach the damn wall. I don't know, but it seems like after I get to that point I get kind of completely over that person, that relationship, and that situation. Bleh.