Well since my week of debauchery I have been struggling with motivation to exercise. Yesterday I managed to get out of bed at 5:00 AM and take my walk and it was fine. I didn't have a great deal of enthusiasm, but I did enjoy it eventually.
This AM was much harder! I always wake up a few minutes before my alarm goes off at a few minutes before five. Typically I turn it off before it sounds to avoid disturbing SWMBO. It's a survival adaptation, that.
This AM I lay there debating, "am I going to walk...or stay in this nice, warm snuggly bed?" I lay there, lost in balancing the pro's and cons: a chilly walk in total darkness through skunk infested streets or a warm bed and the very remote chance that SWMBO will wake up before the baby and be receptive to some cuddling, perhaps even an eleven fingered massage...!
Reality settled in...the walk was nice...it's getting colder.
It does suck, walking in the dark, skunks or no skunks (I encountered one the other day). But I really don't want to take the time later and I really do like the quiet solitude. Me time.
Food-wise yesterday was on target. I didn't eat according to any "plan" just sorta ate like I imagine I ought to and when I plugged it into FitDay, I was right at 2000 calories. So that's good. Tomorrow I'll be a bit more formal in my eating, pre-make all of my meals and snacks for the day. But today is just about living.
Been doing a lot of thinking about life. Mal sorta got me started in her new diary. It's good from time to time to step back and question what you're doing, to see the weight loss (or whatever) in the broader context of who you are and where you are going.
I joke about my mid-life crisis allot. But I am having one. You realize that your youth is over. You start to wonder how much time you have left. You wonder about how to extract as much goodness out of today as you can. You realize you've been staring at your feet as you journey through life, avoiding stepping in shit for months or years since the last time you stopped and looked at the sun rising.
But soon the baby will wake up and you'll make another breakfast and go outside and rake some leaves and in an instant, another weekend will be over. Monday, bright and early the herd will rush by, sweeping you up with them, racing to nowhere and shitting all over the place...if you don't pay attention you'll step in it.
How long will it be this time until you notice that life is beautiful if you only can work your way to the edge of the herd and will stop looking at where you are going and look instead at where you are?
It's easy to say "live in the moment" It's hard for me to do.
Peace, all...
David C