I’m getting married in two and a half months. That’s pretty daunting, considering I’m still carrying around a fair bit of extra weight from my last few years of hedonistic indulgences. Nobody wants to look bad in their wedding photos, and I’m going to be looking at them for the rest of my life. With that being said, dieting is never a comfortable experience, even at the best of times. And I have to kickstart it in a big way…
I’ve been thinking a lot about routines lately. The idea of a happy life (for me, at least) involves routines that serve and maintain you, but I’ve run into problems with routines on that fundamental level when trying to implement them into my own life. It might just be a case of a good habit taking 60 days to become a part of you, so they say, but the routines themselves have been something of a puzzle on my mind….
I’ve left it pretty late to commit to New Years’ resolutions. In no small part because I’ve made myself promises a thousand times, and broken them a thousand times. I’ve started with the best of intentions, and fallen back into vices – I’ve stayed cosy in bed when I should be going to the gym, I’ve been smoking and drinking. Flicking endlessly on my phone, because these things were comfortable. More comfortable than anything I think I probably ought to…