After a bad week, I’m anxious to get back on track. It’s an interesting feeling, and it gives me hope. I’m actually a bit twitchy to get exercise and eat properly.
I have to admit, when I’m feeling down, taking an exercise and bad food break is about 50% “ugh” and “50% “thank god” — I don’t like the reasons I’m doing it, but freeing up the mental space around it is temporarily refreshing.
But I’m anxious to get back to it! Which, again, a bit surprising and very gratifying. I don’t think I’ll ever become one of Those People, but it’s nice to know that after a year and a bit, I’m calibrating toward a natural state of eating sensibly and exercising.