Detox

I'm tired of being out of shape, out of breath from climbing a flight of steps. I feel occasionally inadequate, and for that, I must take matters into my own hands. I'm going to cut some new and bad habits, and adapt some good old ones. Maybe this revival of my cross country glory days will do more then help me shred a few pounds, a good way to clear my often troubled mind.

I'm also going to start a diet, of what, I am not sure. But now more then ever, as I start to use my own kitchen, I'm going to use healthy eating habits. Start now, I suppose. My band t-shirts are too expensive to not fit in...

I think my greatest motivation comes from some of the people closest to me: Krista, for her always support of me, Mum, for her constant love, my friends: Neil, my new personal trainer; Brent, who I will complete my goal just to spite; but the person who I think my new pursuit of health I owe the most thanks to, is my Dad.

He's done amazing things for himself this year, and I'd like to imitate. I had McDonald's tonight. Won't happen for a while I'm speculating.

Wish me luck...