I’m the first to admit that last week was just awful. My apartment and my car were both polar vortexed (yes, I’m making that a verb), I had an allergic reaction to the insulation dust in my apartment, I was basically a refugee* in my own town.
I didn’t exercise, I ate what I wanted, consumed massive amounts of both coffee and vodka — it was awesome, but not in the spirit of healthiness that I was trying to start the year with. Today, I’m hitting the restart button. I jokingly told family members that 2014 was going to be my year, and I continue to (naively?) hope that it will be. For my purposes, 2014 starts tomorrow — last week was an aberration. I have asked myself many, many times who I karmically pissed off to have a day like I had last Tuesday, but I’ve decided to look at the positive. (Obviously, still working on finding the positive).
I’m going to restart the challenge tomorrow. I have wonderful friends who have taken me in, and so I’ll have access to a fridge/kitchen/other good things. Let’s do this. Again.
*not trying to be insensitive about actual refugees (hello, I work in public health and human rights is a massive part of that), just exaggerating for hyperbolic effect.