Ah, so sarasay just called me out for not being around much lately. I've been trying to get back in to it, I just can't get in to the groove. I'm trying to remember what it was this time last year that got me so excited, so eager and its just not coming to me.
Its bad. Its so bad that I know its bad and yet, its still bad. I'm not tracking my food, weighing in daily or even remembering to take my vitamins. There's no excuse, I just can't mentally get myself back in the groove. I've been indulging in all the Philly classics lately: cheesesteaks, soft pretzels, Yuengling and
spiced wafers.
I read
Fat Loss - Strong Motivation is More Important than Details today and the author is right; if someone offered me 5 million dollars to get in shape, I could easily do it. For some reason, I just can't click
health in to my head as being worth far more than 5 million dollars. Its probably due, mostly, to the fact that I'm in good health (thankfully) and I'm young enough to still have the "superman complex."
On the bright side, I've been doing more fiction writing lately. I've struggled to consistently commit to writing but I've been doing about 1,000 words per business day all of this month. That's not my eventual goal, but its certainly better than nothing.