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Ah, the joys of relapsing. It makes one feel so worthless and almost as stupid as the guy who wanted to return the money he stole for the wallet he left behind. Yes, relapsing is never good. So, I must find solace wherever I can. Lately that’s been in my routine. A routine you say? Yes. The guy who never makes plans is now sticking to a routine. It goes as follows. Run 1 mile in the morning, eat right throughout the day, then run 1 – 2 miles in the evening along with a mild workout to tone the muscles but not bulk up. As of week 2 (yes I started this last week and forgot to blog about it) I’m still sticking with it.

The thing about this whole routine is the idea of small victories. Betting Ian $30 that I could lose 20 pounds in three months is a pretty big motivator, for Myra at least, but it’s more about the small things for me. Trying to be able to once again do a pull-up using my fingertips. To push myself past that second mile. To lose another 3 pounds. I know I can never get back to, nor should I try to push myself back to, my high school weight but the idea of losing 20 pounds seems like a good thing. If anything it gives me something to push my mind off of the days problems and focus on my breathing and pushing for the next step.

I guess it really is about the small victories. The idea is that the small victories will lead to bigger ones. If that doesn’t work, I can always read XKCD in hopes of finding salvation

Note: One of my favorites