I got back on the exercise wagon one day after getting off.
I was bored, maybe.
But I did take a day off. A day.
I still haven’t been able to let myself really relax about anything, really.
I ought to quit that.
Last week’s entry had kind of veiled references to part of what I was getting my wife for her birthday. Muffalettas from Central Grocery.
Yes, there was great temptation to eat those last night, but Friday, Lent, etc..
Why do I adhere to these customs? I don’t know. Maybe the same reason I kept exercising when I really needed a break. Or writing every day during November. (Aside: I really ought to collect writing prompts throughout the year. Or finish going through the list I already have. Hmm. I do have an unfinished list for one of those, where I’m supposed to make a list of 100 things I like. That prompt is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be when I started it….)
Breaking a habit is difficult.
I’m doing a really bad job at quitting a few things.
But I got a big sidetracked writing today. I have things to which I must attend….