2019 is up and running.
There have been 14 days of unadulterated fun.
Two Mondays worth of Mondays.
14 days of life, interrupted.
Week one: we bought a treadmill!
We were so excited, we plugged it in as soon as it came home.
It took us about 10 minutes to realize the newly acquired nirvana was not working properly.
Day 14: one week later, the treadmill remain on the fritz.
In that time, I’ve binged. I’ve skipped sleep. I’ve re-started my caffeine kick. And had at least three glasses of wine.
The slope sure is slippery, and I’m finding myself back on a familiar path.
Except…except this time truly is different.
This time, I caught myself. Before things became too comfortable. Before the excuses started rolling in. Before the binge day became a binge month. And I curbed myself from engaging in another round. I acknowledged it and refuse to completely derail.
Who knows how long it will take for us to get the treadmill up and running. But in the meantime, I’m packing a bag for the gym.
I’m making plans to kick start a more structured meal system.
I’m spending more time in the mirror addressing myself: flaws and all.
Because of this…self love….forgiveness….unwillingness to quit…
This time…I will not fail.