Isn’t the first step to fixing something is admitting you have a problem?
So in the beginning it was all flowers and candies and this awesome relationship with…you guessed it food. We now have an amicable open agreement going. It hates me and I worship it. It’s long been an uphill battle, in a snow storm, with no shoes on, in a flannel jacket with no buttons because this is Maine after all, only to get asked by a homeless guy for change, um hello I don’t have any i scrounged it all for an ice cream bar. Exercise and I have an even worse off relationship. There is little thing called CONSISTENCY, which is sorely lacking. It’s an inevitable catch 22. I think i’ll invest in one of those massively comical calendars to mark off each day i exercise. That way it’s glaring which days I don’t work out. Where can i buy one of those anyways?
But more recently i’ve been terbbily busy with my thesis work and oh hey it’s winter and OH HEY i’m also having a baby. I still walk all over town, i’m on the quest for the perfect stroller to pair with my walking. No excuses.
I did however make it to Level 3 Shredding and have been biking 7+ miles, but the weather hasnt been acceptable and windy as fuck….which is annoying when biking. Also every other thought is…my ass must look huge how fast can i pedal home from here?
*. I forget where i found this photo but whoever did ROCKS. Just admiring your handi-werk.