Human frailty

Human frailty sux. Or at the very least, my frailties suck.

You would think that after 6 months and having lost more than 25 kilograms, I'd be in a routine and it would be smooth sailing from here. But alas I'm here to tell you nothing could be further from the truth. To be frank, I'm seriously struggling for the motivation to even write the blog and I guess it's not too hard to understand when you consider I haven't lost any weight for well over two months.

The last couple of months really just hits home for me the close knit relationship between my lifestyle (IE: diet and exercise regime) and my emotional state. When I look back over the last 20 years its clear to me that my struggles with my weight, parallel my emotional struggles. Relationship dramas, job concerns and the like have often led to me turning to comfort food and in turn weight gain.

Now I don't know if I can blame that at the moment although I will admit the impending end to my studies and the lack of strong leads for a permanent job has been weighing on my mind. I've been committing an exorbitant amount of time to a variety of media organisations in the last 6 months in particular and despite my dedication (and obvious talent LOL) I often feel like I'm no closer to a job than I was a year ago. The fact that I'm an impatient bastard doesn't really help either, so if patience is a virtue then I should become virtuous ASAP.

As for the weigh in. Well I can't really face the scales at the moment. I'm just doing the best I can to not fall completely off the path while I get through this difficult period.

So I ask you to bear with me while I attempt to get myself back on track.

To use a motoring analogy I'm hoping this is just a gearbox issue and not a completely blown engine. I think that if I can find the necessary replacement clutch cable I can get this thing out of neutral, back into gear, and back on the road again.

At least it's not stuck in reverse.

Till next time

P