In that time I gained a hell of a lot of weight back and had back surgery. The former had quite a bit to do with the latter.
And it's time to get my shit back together. I find always turn to blogging/writing when I reach this point. Hopefully that's a good thing and it will help.
I can run for the first time in a year next week. Doctor approved, safe running.
I need to start making better choices. That's what it all comes down to. Some say fate. Some say chance. I think it's a choice by choice thing.
And I need to make better ones.
About the way I eat (too much and not the right things), the way I think (pessimist overload), the way I sleep (a lot, but not well), and the way I work (too damn much and not in a time structured way.)
When I feel good I tend to make better choices.
I don't feel good.
Which means I need to make different choices.
Chicken and the egg.
Don't tell anyone, but if I started running a week and two days early....it wouldn't matter so much, would it?
It'd be a choice.
Right now I'm going to choose to do some prep reading for class tomorrow. I'm going to
Up at 7am gives me time for a walk. Up at 6 time for a run. (But is that a choice I should make just yet?)
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