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It’s been more than a week since I posted, and this is week three of reintroducing exercise. I have started this post about five times, writing about different things, but none of them have felt right. I don’t really know why I’m struggling to get into the flow. Maybe because this doesn’t really feel like […]

Sorry I skipped the Saturday post this week. My excuse? The eternal winter nuisance: the flu. While my work team is literally at Death’s door in the Emergency Department, I’m popping over-the-counter meds, functioning, and mostly just being exceptionally grumpy. Good luck or good management? Probably a bit of both. Today is a Saturday/Monday combo

Yesterday was Wednesday. The day I gave myself some ‘flexibility’ in my workout arrangements. Also, the day I was supposed to post on my blog. I did neither. That poor internal Army Corporal curled up and died by the end of the day.  I was tired. I was grumpy. The problem I have is that

I actually started writing this yesterday (Sunday) because I needed a distraction. My anxiety was through the roof, and the thought of work on Monday was sitting heavily in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to think about it, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m tired. Tired of trying to

The pain is real. I trained Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, then again today (Saturday). By Wednesday evening, I was struggling to walk. It wasn’t just the ankle either. My calf on the other leg was completely done after walking up and down 500 stairs and taking the brunt of the impact. I may also have

You know the expression “pushing shit uphill”? That is exactly what maintaining cardio fitness, strength, and bone density feels like at the ripe old age of 42. In the five years leading up to my recent break, maintaining fitness and building strength had already become noticeably more difficult. I now come away completely buggered from

So Round 2 day 1. I was there. Where were you all? Rolled out of bed after another shit night’s sleep and dragged my broken arse to the gym. Spent 30 minutes on the bike sitting in zone 3, cos I hate zone 2 training, then some body weight and light strength training just to

Nightmares and Next Steps I’m awake before my alarm today. 3:30 AM to be precise. The reason? I had a nightmare. Not the “running screaming from a chainsaw-wielding serial killer” type. No, this was the “I inadvertently fell off the wagon” kind. To make matters worse, someone in my dream pointed out that I was

This week is assimilation week—the goal is to normalize the habit and the new version of me before I even think about taking on the next challenge. I’m not intending to talk too much about the sobriety, mostly because I feel like I’ve finally shifted: daily drinking is no longer the norm; not drinking is

Tomorrow marks three weeks without wine. In that short time, I’ve returned to work, relearned how to walk, survived a family trip, and endured the school holidays. If that isn’t a comprehensive, trial-by-fire test of my commitment, I don’t know what is. I haven’t tested myself at a proper party yet, but with a dual