A few weeks ago I decided I needed to exercise more and be a bit more healthy. So far, eating healthy wise, I don’t eat that much crap anyway but I’m doing marvellously. Exercise wise…well, the thought is there, the want is there…but it just isn’t happening. I even set my alarm to go off 45 minutes earlier in the morning so I could go for a run. Given my current exercise levels are somewhat sloth like, this turn of events was revolutionary for me. (When I say ‘run’, in all honesty I’d probably lightly jog for 2 minutes before collapsing in a heap).
The alarm went off at the set time, but before I’d even had time to reach out and press snooze I was already telling myself I was a mentalist. Running…at 7am…before work. No chance, I stayed in bed.
So then I spent last week researching joining a gym. Fuck me some of them are expensive aren’t they? Jebus. I burnt off enough calories looking at the membership fees. So that’s on the back burner for a while.
This weeks research activity has been on electric toothbrushes. I know…rock and roll. I know everything there is to know about oscillating and pulsating heads – don’t deny it, you so wish you were me.
I’ve decided if I’m going to buy a new one it’s going to be a good one. Good ones are expensive. However, when I buy stuff, I have to justify it to myself before buying things. Expensive toothbrushes I cannot justify to myself…unless something mysteriously tragic happens to my current one (which I’ve gone back to using after an hiatus). So I’m continuing to assault my toothbrush everyday, by dropping it on the floor, until it dies. It’s served me well and it’s a fighter, but it really just needs to die with a small ounce of dignity now.
I’m living the dream people. Living the dream.