So, Christmas happened and now it’s 2017. Time for resolutions and all that malarkey that I usually don’t have any time for. But I gotta get on it this year because there are a few positive changes that I need to make in my life.
The quick version: Move more, eat better.
The long version:
Exercise. I hate the idea of this so very much but I need to just suck it up and start moving. I’ve put some extra pounds on lately (Christmas definitely didn’t help) and it’s really starting to get to me. On a good day, I merely dislike my shape. On a bad day, I get angry at myself for putting the weight on in the first place. It all builds up and becomes a major catalyst for my anxiety issues. I’ve been saying for years that I need to start doing some exercise and now I finally need to do something about it.
I should note here that I was determined to start my new regime tonight but got sidetracked because the cat came and fell asleep on me. I obviously couldn’t move her because I’m not a cold-hearted monster so I immediately abandoned my plans. Even when she leap off me ten minutes later. Nope, can’t exercise now. Not my fault.
I could of course be exercising right now. But instead I’m sitting on the sofa in my pyjamas and blogging about how I should be exercising right now.
So, yeah. I don’t have the greatest willpower in the world when it comes to this sort of thing. Exercise is deadly boring, it’s hard work, it generally requires a degree of physical coordination that I just don’t possess, and it’s time that could be better spent reading and drinking tea. BUT I need to get on with it. Maybe telling the internet my plans will somehow be the answer…
Or maybe I just need the right kind of motivation. I could try pretending that I’m preparing for the apocalypse or convince myself that the amount of exercise I do is somehow linked to the amount of Jago & Litefoot released by Big Finish.
The second part of this resolution is eat more healthy food and less crap food. I need to welcome vegetables back into my life. My diet of late has been atrocious and I’m hoping that being more mindful of what I’m eating will help me feel a bit better overall. I’m definitely not planning on being ultra-strict about it, mainly because I know that won’t work for me. I don’t play by anybody’s rules, damn it, but especially not my own! But, you know, the odd few carrots or bit of lettuce would be good.
Damnit, I’ve gotten distracted by Supernatural gifs. Now I’m not even blogging about how I should be exercising…