It's an even year and I've backslid too far.
My house is a mess.
I'm exercising little, and I've let me ex send over chocolates, ice cream cake, pop, candy. My weight exceeds 170 pounds for the first time in months. I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic in my own skin again.
I'm working too much, and life is out of balance.
I'm facing the possibility of two months without significant (adult) human contact. No soccer, no dates, no events, no prospects.
The first step is the easy one. Cleanse the house of things I know should not be in it, such as the sugar temptations. Even that is not entirely easy, as I despise wasting things.
But something. must. be. done.
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