I have no answer to this, but I have completely lost the plot! I did two days in the gym this week, and that was the most I've done for a month. I used to hit the gym 4 afternoons a week without fail and loved it. I don't know what happened. Everything just stopped all of a sudden after a solid year of training, with a one week break every 6 weeks.
I have to use all my mental training to get myself into the gym now. I employ "no thinking" and have to become a zombie, and that isn't the worst of it.
On Tuesday night, I went out and bought a bottle of 12 year old single malt scotch and a bottle of 12 year old Port. Big deal you say? Well I haven't touched a drop for 6 years. On Tuesday afternoon, I said to myself "I'd like a drink" and after several hours of delay, I went shopping. I had two doubles of scotch and one double of port. God it was good! I never liked getting hammered so I won't start now.
Just when you thought that was it, well...I started smoking cigars again. I haven't had one for 5 years. I only had one every couple of weeks on a lazy Sunday afternoon, but on Wednesday I picked up a very expensive box of my old favourites.
Now for the really bad stuff. The last three weeks, I've been eating pies, sausage rolls, mcdonalds, and generally eating crap.
The strange thing is I don't feel anything. I know I am letting myself down and risking my health, but why am I doing it? I haven't figured that out yet.
Have you ever fallen off the wagon and through the earth's crust like me?
I have to use all my mental training to get myself into the gym now. I employ "no thinking" and have to become a zombie, and that isn't the worst of it.
On Tuesday night, I went out and bought a bottle of 12 year old single malt scotch and a bottle of 12 year old Port. Big deal you say? Well I haven't touched a drop for 6 years. On Tuesday afternoon, I said to myself "I'd like a drink" and after several hours of delay, I went shopping. I had two doubles of scotch and one double of port. God it was good! I never liked getting hammered so I won't start now.
Just when you thought that was it, well...I started smoking cigars again. I haven't had one for 5 years. I only had one every couple of weeks on a lazy Sunday afternoon, but on Wednesday I picked up a very expensive box of my old favourites.
Now for the really bad stuff. The last three weeks, I've been eating pies, sausage rolls, mcdonalds, and generally eating crap.
The strange thing is I don't feel anything. I know I am letting myself down and risking my health, but why am I doing it? I haven't figured that out yet.
Have you ever fallen off the wagon and through the earth's crust like me?
I don't have a problem with aging and death.