(Writing from a hotel in St. Paul, MN, where I am briefly in town for my cousin’s wedding – congrats Rob and Caitlin!)
Yesterday I wrenched my back while picking up my pudgy 11 month-old daughter off the floor. Those of you who are unfortunate enough to frequent these pixels know that back in February I was stricken with a similar ailment doing the same thing. This current wrenching is not as bad – I can walk, for instance. But once again I am reminded that I am:
a) not 18
b) not in shape
And how many times over the past 10 years have I vowed to exercise, eat healthier, and get in shape? I made this vow back in February, and at least one other time over the history of this blog. How the hell do I do this? Do I need a Martin-Luther-in-a-storm kind of experience to scare the bejeezus out of me to finally change my ways? With 14 years of relatively bad habits under my belt, two little kiddos and a third on the way, and with internship and my wife’s new job approaching – how the heck do I improve?