I spent most of January and February trying to improve my health. I committed to walking or exercising every day, I started using the Wii. By the end of February, I’d established a pretty regular routine of good diet and regular activity.
I spent most of March figuring out just how long it would take to fuck my body up completely.
Turns out? Not very long.
I started smoking again. Daily. Regularly. Full time, I buy my own, and not just when I drink smoking. So there’s four months of commitment down the drain.
I drove the low carb wagon off a cliff. I’ve eaten more donuts and bread and pizza and ice cream and potatoes in the last 4 weeks than I’ve eaten in the last 4 years.
This morning I hauled out the yoga mat for the first time in about a month. Turns out cigarettes and pizza and sitting on your ass make yoga harder. Can you imagine? *sigh*
So, once again I’ve gotten myself back to square one. And once again, I’m starting over. And I’m OK with that.
I mean, I’m a little pissed at how difficult it was to bend over and touch my toes this morning. Good Lord I swear I must have gotten taller in the last month because there is no way my feet were that far away before. But it doesn’t do me any good to stay pissed at myself about. It sure won’t make me more flexible.
And I realize this has got to be dull as hell for anyone else to read – but it’s where I’m at today. Trying to take better care of my body. Finally ready to face myself for what I’ve been doing to it for the last month.
So. Yeah. Hi.
Where are you at today?