At the beginning of the summer, I severely sprained my ankle jumping out of a swing. (Went for height, not distance. Peach margaritas involved. Extraordinarily unpleasant.) Just as I had recovered from that, my ex boyfriend's motorcycle took a topple, which resulted in a shoulder *and* hip injury. Then I got sick, as in SICK. And what happened as a result?
I've taken to snacking. Bad habits from about six years ago are creeping back in. I'm totally out of the habit of working out. Little Miss Cardio, Pilates, and Kundalini Yoga has turned into Little Miss Couch Potato With a Side of Goldfish Crackers, and Two Cups of Hot Chocolate a Day. I feel like *shit*. I look a tad puffy. My clothes all still fit, but not as comfortably as they once did.
Oh, it gets better. I've been convincing myself that I need to "ease back into" my old pattern. Meaning "ease back into while sitting on the couch all the time". I'm not easing back into a thing, I'm sitting on my butt - which is likely to expand from all this slackery. NOT acceptable.
Oh, hell. This just hit me:
How ironic is it that I am sitting on the couch blogging about it?
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