These holidays were a complete disaster from a health standpoint. Fun? Absolutely! And I'm so thankful I have friends in my life who can look out for me, laugh with me, during those three stressful weeks my brother was in the hospital. (More on that later, when I feel like posting a novel...because it's a pretty fucked up story)
But I still ate WAY too much. And not even WAY too many vegetables. Or WAY too much turkey. But WAY too many cookies, and WAY too much chocolate. And a whole bunch of liquor, too, but that was pretty fun. I don't even regret the beer calories.
I need to get back on track, though. The eating healthily should come easily enough, now that Corey's home and the rest of the family is on board with eating right. But the exercise? I'm well aware that the gym is going to be packed now with people starting their New Year's Resolutions (of which, have I ever mentioned, I'm not a big fan? If you're going to do something, do it. January 1st isn't any more special than September 17.), and I'm just not keen to go. That, and I really need a massage. I haven't been in at least a month, and these trigger points in my rhomboids and trapezius are doing some pretty mean restricting of my range of motion. Heck! My shoulder pops everytime I bring my arm around!
Okay, okay. I'm done whining. I know I just need to get my butt up and do it. I'll probably stop whining so much once I'm actually working towards my health anyway.
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