Let’s see if it sticks.
There are 7billion people in the world.
And then there’s me. The endlessly tired 1,61 m mushroom.
I wanted to start this chapter by flat out lying.
I wake up at 6:50 each morning. At 7 sharp I’m out the house getting my 45 minutes of walk of shame and fresh air.
Truth is. This is day one. I’m not good at sticking to habits. I hate waking up early in the morning. I’m more of a late morning perpetual exhausted pigeon. So when I say to you that I woke up this morning at 6:50 please do not imagine that I didn’t hit the snooze alarm 5 times, mentally clocking “5 more minutes”, that it didn’t take a lot of effort to pry open my eyelids, empty a hurtful bladder, pull a pair of leggings over my thick thighs, wash my face and pretend I’m one of those healthy nut jobs people.
But I’m out. Out of the door. Out in the freezing fucking air of late March.
Good fucking morning to you too reader!
Hope you have better luck sticking with habits than I do. And by luck I mean … goddamn you for working so hard on yourself! You’re at least one step ahead of me. And that should count for something, right?
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