Plan D Day 27

Wow. The self-loathing is pretty good today. And it’s not that I’ve done anything too bad. Yesterday was sedentary, which happens when you sit and watch Iron Man 1 and 2 with your sick son who’s crashed on the couch.

Perhaps this should become a mental health blog because if I don’t get back into my diet/fitness regime in a more hearty way there might be some serious self-hatred. On the other hand, why is it when strictness, whether applied from within or without, leads me to flip to bird and head to the snack bar?

Perhaps today’s yoga class will stretch me out of a rut.