I feel like shit. And I have no excuse. Today is my last day after almost 2 weeks off from work. I should feel refreshed, reinvigorated, and ready to go back. Instead, I’ve got the dreaded summer cold (though I will tell everyone it is just allergies because I am an asshole) and I feel like I may have gained 10 pounds. I’ve allowed the gluttony to take over and I have no one to blame but myself.
I love cities typically because of the character and diversity of them. I miss living in one. I fully acknowledge that on a recent trip to London, I could have eaten well. I could have taken care of myself. There certainly was no shortage of healthy food and yoga studios. It’s easy to be healthy in a city because of a wide variety of options available. But it is also easy not to be healthy. The devil in my brain just kept saying ‘you’re on vacation.’ So instead of juice shops and yoga studios, I opted for chip shops and bars. Because fish and chips are too damn good to miss out on. And drinking is so part of the culture. Right? Right?!!!!
So here I am feeling like crap and reflecting on the fact that I can’t do this shit to my body anymore. The 40-something body is not nearly as resilient as the 30-something body was. It’s the eve of having to go back to work and I am absolutely fucking dreading it. Because I want nothing more right now than to be able to get back on track. To go to the gym. To have a green smoothie. To wake up early with a good attitude about work. But because I have gone so far down the gluttony path to the point of sickness, it’s going to be a steep climb back up.
