Something Is Wrong

I eat. I like to eat. It's a common fact of life. I can out eat almost any guy that I know, that is with the exception of my dad. But lately I don't want to eat anything. I try to eat when I'm not hungry but it just doesn't seem to do any good. I'm not fat or anything. I weigh in at a mere 125 pounds. But that's mostly muscle. Aha. I'm not trying to sound conceited, it's just what my doctor told me. Plus I've been falling asleep at the most random times. Most nights I can't fall asleep until 2 in the morning, others I conk out 5:30 p.m. I just don't get it. I feel sick all day. I can never go through the day without wanting to puke or actually puking.

On a happier note we have a meet this weekend. I missed practice on Tuesday, which sucked butt hole. I compete three events out of four. I used to do vault, but I've been crap at it lately. And I was supposed to do floor last weekend. There was this whiney little frosh that didn't want to do beam so the only way the coaches could get her to compete was to put her on floor and bump me off. In my opinion it was a bad coaching decision they should have just not let her compete period. She annoys the shit out of almost everyone on the team. Anyways, I'm really excited for Saturday. I love to compete. Unlike practice it helps me see what I need to improve. The judges take off for every fucking thing, but it still lets me see where I'm bad.