What is it with the cold that makes you want to eat and drink your face off?
I’ve been pretty healthy and active all week. Eating right. “Working out.” (more than I have in quite a few years)
And then the freakin’ weekend hits! Nothing says “weekend” more than pizza and beer! Why is it like that? Nothing says, “keep your arse inside,” more than a dropping thermostat. I’d like to go out and run, but my lungs won’t let me. They convinced me to sit on the couch and have an Archer marathon.
Now I know what you’re saying: “Mark. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You gave yourself a “Fitbit Challenge” for the month. Not a healthy challenge.”
I know. I know. I feel there is some sort of responsibility to be physically active and healthy when the device is strapped to my arm. I feel a touch guilty.
Hey…at least I’m taking steps with this tech on my arm.