Went back to the gym today, for the first time in over a year and a half. I’ve been slacking on my health throughout the pandemic, letting up on my cleaner diet, giving into the social pressures to drink and eat whatever is around. I suppose it gave me several months of carefree socialization; time with people I wouldn’t otherwise see. But it hasn’t improved much for me personally, besides serving as another reminder that I need to take these “breaks” from disciplined habits very rarely, and spend much more time taking care of my breath, my weakening wrists, my slowly ballooning midsection. For now, I’m satisfyingly exhausted — and ready for more.
Thoughts? Discuss...