Faffed about on my phone this morning so got a short run in, then when I got home thought no, that won’t do and set about some outside chores I’ve been meaning to tend to. Stump-killing with epsom salt! Look it up.
I’ve been having a weird time of it lately. Sobriety’s been on lock, but it’s been hard to get my head into a routine of good exercise and a sensible bedtime. I did get back on the checklist yesterday, which is great. It’s more of an anchor than I give it credit for, and the just 15 minutes of ukulele a night is showing results. I need to get back to the banjo.
I read an interesting thing this morning about diet — somebody saying they were a 220 pound person and needed to eat like a 180 pound person. That seems like a sensible idea if not taken to extremes. It also gives you an abstract mental checkpoint that isn’t negative… it’s not “don’t eat that, fatty, you’re terrible,” and it’s not “arrgh I’m dieting,” you’re eating… aspirationally. I kind of like that.