Once again, I haven’t been back here in a while. Writing this blog had started to become a chore for me. Mostly because I started trying to make it a thing. I joined a bunch of bloggers groups hoping that people would be interested in what I was writing and would come read it.
But it turns out most blogging groups are just full of lovely ladies who are trying to get as many followers as possible so that can sell something.
There isn’t anything wrong with that I guess, but I felt weird trying to participate in discussions about demographics and other crap I don’t care about.
So I stopped:..
But now I’m back because my attempt at quitting smoking failed again. Of course it did.
I went for like 16 days or something, and then randomly bought a pack. I don’t fucking get it. You would think after a week or two you would be cruising. But noooooo, it doesn’t work like that apparently.
I have been reading about will power, and why It seems like I don’t fucking have any. They say that willpower works like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets. But if you use too much at once, then you exaughst it.
I think my problem is that I’m using up most of my willpower reserves first thing in the morning when I get up for fucking work.
So I either need to learn to love my job again, or get the fuck out of there. Option b isn’t really an option at all, so we will lock in a Eddy.
Anyway. It’s a new day. Try again..
Speaking of muscles, I’ve started back at the gym.
There was a time when I use to hate working out. I actually wrote a song about how much I hate working out, and getting beat up. If you are it all interested, you can listen to it here https://www.triplejunearthed.com/artist/four-finger-gap. The one titled “sissy”
That was before I actually tried it. I started going to gym as a way of hanging out with my brother more. He would say stuff like “you need to go to gym, don’t you want to get massive?” And I would reply with “not really but ok…”
But then something strange happened. I started to get massive. This lead to me taking photos of myself and putting them all over face book.
But I liked sharing it because it felt good to be proud of myself for something. I wanted people too see that I did a thing. Still do, that’s why I put the photo on here again.
But, when you are talking about yourself, and you are using past tense more than present, then you know it’s time to lift your game.
So I’m going back. Time to flex my willpower. Get up at 5 in the fucking morning, and lift heavy things did I have muscly man boobs again.