The calendar on the wall above me says I am supposed to be 230 lbs right now. I’m 234.6, which is not as bad as I thought after the nasty setback a week ago. I’m moving in the right direction… sporadically. This comes down to eating less meat and fewer meals in general. I don’t need to binge as much as I did over the course of the last twenty some-odd years. Now, as I see the 50’s rolling towards me, I need to be smart and be controlled and be healthy above all else. That last bit has been a bit of a let down. I don’t go to the gym I pay for. I don’t take walks in this terrible city, and I don’t do the home routine nearly as much as I should. Even with the revamped 12 point daily schedule, my workout numbers locked in at a hard zero. I haven’t even made a real attempt beyond basic stretching. There is something there I am not thinking through and thus not really applying myself to. In short, I am not getting done what I need to get done. This struggle is real.
Some Thoughts:
- Moving towards a happier balance in schedule, but I need to get more efficient in my writing time. I don’t flow the way I used to. Need to speed up.