So, in addition to watching what I eat, I have resumed my intermittent exercise program. It’s very simple.
Step 1 : When I wake up in the morning, before I do anything else, before even changing out of my boxers, I step right out of bed and do windsprints back and forth down the length of the apartment.
Step 2 : After about ten of those, I do jumping jacks. I started with 20, and I add 5 every few days.
Step 3 : Then, I pretend my apartment is being invaded by ninjas.
Yeah, Step 3 is exactly as spastic and ridiculous as it sounds. But hey, it gets my heart rate up, and it’s more fun than whatever you do.
Starting the day like this has an immediate and profound effect on my energy level and attitude throughout the day. Somehow, I always forget that. I wonder if perhaps there isn’t some sort of law of diminishing returns, where one would have to continually increase the level and duration of one’s salutory exertions in order to sustain the effect. I guess that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it. Yeah. No wonder I can never keep it up for more than a few months. Stupid biology.