Week 9

Direct copy and paste from twitter

Happy fuckin’ Tuesdee, ya mongrels! 9. 9 whole weeks this whiney, little, veggie eating fuck has been completely sober. I’m fuckin’ crook as. Viral shit. But, I’m pretty fuckin’ happy.

The weekend before last (the long weekend) was real Fuckin’ hard for me. I dunno why it was so hard. But there were a few occasions where I considered caving. Closer than I’ve come over the last 9 weeks. This last weekend though, was much better. Whilst I did at times feel like

Having a few here and there, it was much easier than the weekend before. Hoping to put that long weekend down as once off. Because it’s the only weekend of the lot that has been quite that hard. Just working hard each week on the little things that help me have paid off.

Being grateful for what I have and where I live. Reminding myself of those things regularly. Trying to surround myself with good, likeminded people who inspire me to do better shit. Reminding myself that I’m not missing out on anything by staying home.

Not to mention the amount of money I’m saving by behaving myself. I reckon in the last 9 weeks I would’ve saved at least 5k that I otherwise would’ve spent on beer, Ubers and other. That’s like 7k before tax. It’s Fuckin’ wild. Such a waste of money. If someone said to you

Give me 5k and ill give you one night on the piss every week for 10 weeks, you’re gunna tell them to beat it, right? Anyway, I’m feeling pretty good with where I’m at this week. I’m Fuckin’ crook. Got this dog shit viral thing going on in the face area. A real mongrel.

Swollen glands, sore tonsils, ulcers, lumps on my tongue and shit. Usually when I feel like this physically, I allow myself to wallow in the misery of it all. Although I’m not stoked about it at the moment, I won’t allow my mental health be effected by a physical ailment.

I feel really well placed to be a bit sick, do what I have to do to get over it, and get on with it. Traditionally something like this would result in a week of no exercise, into a solid bender of a weekend. Now though, I feel really good about not doing that shit.

Even though this virus ended my running/gym streak at 60 consecutive days, I went back to the gym today (in a self limited capacity) after only one day off. It’s a tricky balance to strike. I need to allow myself to rest and recover from this virus. But I also need to do what

Is best for my head. So whilst it’s frustrating I can’t go to the gym or run as normal, I need to remain grateful that I can still go and do something. Something is better than nothing. I think that’s my theme for this week, it’s a recurring one, but it’s an important one.

Be grateful. Practice gratitude. Show your gratitude outwardly. Tell people that you’re grateful, tell them what you’re grateful for. Sometimes the most important person that can hear what you are saying, is you. Try it. I reckon you’ll like it.

Anyway, thanks as always. Try a bitta gratitude on for size this week. You’ll be glad you did. Much love, Cyrus the Virus