This blog is my journey into discomfort, and moving out of the safety bubble I’ve built around myself.
But GOD, you don’t realise just how comfortable the duvet is in the morning until you have to rip yourself out of it.

It’s been down to about -2 degrees where I live over the last week or so, and any thoughts of morning walks have been thwarted by both my insufficient willpower against the cold outside, and lack of any form of routine yet.

That said, I’ve been going on walks through the day. Those have been my starting point for fitness, and it really drives home just how lazy I’ve been by way of how hard they are.

I do find that it’s easier if I’ve rested, or have a goal destination. The other morning I had to drop the car off at a mechanic and walk the few miles home before work – it was pouring with rain but I still managed it with no problems it terms of leg pain or things like that.

It does make me worried, the way my body behaves and the pains I experience (2024 was not a good health year for me). But I’m taking it slow and doing what I can to get back on track.

We’re one week into January, if I don’t do it now then I never will, and I’m finding that there’s a point where I’m comfortably uncomfortable. I think it sheds insight into both the process and the end goal, even if the goalposts shift by the end.