I’ve been having a lot of dreams about food. I don’t feel like I’m depriving myself of anything. I think it’s my body’s craving for more protein. It’s the morning weight routine that does it.
Having a tough time getting back to the gym after the Thanksgiving break. Isn’t that always the way?
Sat down and consumed some beef on the way home and thought about how hard I work, every day, every damn meal, to not revert to bad habits. I can say, “This is fine, today. Tomorrow, it’s not.” And you’ve gotta be on yourself every day about it, because otherwise you’ll revert back to type, default.
Sometimes I’m sad that my default isn’t the best one for me.
What an easy life I’d lead!
How boring that would be.
