If I had a penny each time I attempt to Straighten My Life Out And Do Something With It For Once™, I'd have about four pounds. Now that doesn't sound like a lot, but 400 times is fairly substantial. That's roughly twice a month every month since I turned sixteen. In truth, I remember being a moody and introspective thirteen-year-old, so you can stick at least another quid on.
This morning, I cycled to work. I haven't cycled to work for about three weeks, and it felt like pure, unbridled Evangelical Christian Hell. This is bad. Normally when I Straighten My Life Out And Do Something With It For Once™, I'm at least slightly enthusiastic. As I wheeled my bike to the front door and wobbled on, I felt like a fraud, a sham, a guy who was pretending to be healthy and environmentally aware and keen.
In truth, I only managed to get out of the house on two wheels because I thought there was a tube strike on today. (It got cancelled).
I went for a swim before I did a day's work. Some of the old geezers there nodded almost imperceptibly at me this morning, a stoic British indicator that they hadn't seen me for a while, and "'Ello". Even the mad old Hungarian playfully punched my arm, actually punched it, in joy at seeing me. (This is in stark contrast to a few months ago when a full pool forced me to swim in the slow lane - his slow lane, apparently - whereupon he had me chucked out by the Polish teenage lifeguard for "overtaking" him.)
I didn't feel any healthier today. In fact, my lungs were a fucking mess. You've gotta really want this kind of lifestyle and, well, I dunno. Suffice to say this is all babysteps. If I can rectify everything in small doses by the end of the year, then if I'm not golden, I'm slightly yellow.
To finish, here's a little song I'm rather taken by. It's the new N*E*R*D single about a lady doing illegal substances in toilets. It's a grower, trust me. At least wait for the bridge - it's rather worthwhile. If you don't like the tune, then you can always play Spot the Lohan in the video. Oh, and the backing singers aren't being anti-Semitic, btw...