Remember the climax of "Back to The Future Ⅲ", when the colored presto logs were used to propel the locomotive (and DMC-12) to 88 mph?
As part of my absolution, I've recently committed to a strict (but robust) meal plan. The transition is jarring, because—despite my wisdom—I have continued to allow my typical depreciated energy levels to go unnoticed. Suddenly, the yellow presto log is in. My senses are acute. My mind is racing. But there's a downside (which should seem obvious). My nihilistic thoughts and feral emotions are ripping me to shreds with greater proficiency.
Focussing on my one-step-at-a-time personal restoration has become more difficult.
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