Hmmm...

I find myself contemplating a lot more than I used to even 3 or 4 years ago. Why can't I stop smoking when I know it's an expensive way to die slowly? Why can't I stop eating cack food when I get out of breath tying my shoes? When did I get road rage? Who is reading this? Anyone? Did I used to feel the cold this much when I was younger?

I think too much and do too little. If I spent anywhere near as much time exercising and eating healthily as I do thinking "ooooooh you look wide sunshine", I would be the proud owner of a six pack, not waddling round with a bad back and a wince and wheeze every time I see stairs. Right now is a prime example. I am sitting here tapping away, my sausage fingers the only part of me getting a workout. It's almost as if I am trying to convince myself that if I talk about it long enough it will happen. If I tell cyberspace I want to be fit, I will wake up in the same shape I was when I was 18. Not the shape I am now - hairy zeppelin.

All this mulling and cogitating is making me hungry and sleepy. A snack and a snooze will get me in the right frame of exercise. Will it guff.