I’m starting to think that words are becoming a little redundant. Pictures, and sounds are the way to go these days. Repeated sounds and repeated messages over and over again until they are not questioned.
Technology is making it easier to create and view content. The new shiny tool that makes life easier is very tempting. But that’s not for me. I’m going to go the other way and dig down an little to see what’s in the background and work from there. This may be breaking my rules from now on, but just writing stuff off the top of my head. I’ve fallen in to the lazy trap of doing what many others have done before. So, this time I’m going visual. Be patient, this could take a while and lots of ☕ and not everything will work first time. With a little bit of ☘ I’ll get there. That’s not the point. But that is the point. I should have written a web page in HTML ages ago. The problem was that I had nothing to write, but I had loads to write and didn’t know it.
I’m forcing myself to do and learn new and old things again. My press-up plan worked out pretty well. It was a thing to do, just for the sake of doing it. And you’ll never guess what – I’m fitter, have a few muscles, and I lost some weight. Who’d have though that doing something and sticking with it would have done that! Some things are worth doing just for doing them.
I need to justify not drinking to myself. There’s some 0.5% beers in there, but that’s not going to send me back to normal beer again. There’s no point I can see in doing it. One more headache on a Saturday morning will be too many. The only problem I can see is having no excuse for not doing the weekly Parkrun. Then exercise will become a gateway drug in to playing my guitar, and keeping up to date with my IT skills.
It feels as if drinking is for other people now. I’m not going to use it as a reward when I’ve done well. Not when that reward could make me ill and be a backward step after all the good things.
There’s no pressure on myself to go off and do great things. The way to happiness is mini-goals, not massive ones. Every day of doing the right things is a reward in itself.
This may be becoming a diary. That’s another thing I promised I wouldn’t do.
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