I've been giving in to poor choices and bad behavior all year, the indulgence has been a little too real. While I don't regret any of it (fuckit, I'm semi-young), I should be taking better care of myself mentally and physically.

When I finally got some clarity and lifted the ugly clouds surrounding me for the past couple of weeks I came up with the following:

Call home more often.
Set up regular FaceTime with the homies.
PRINT PICTURES OF MY LIFE. I'm constantly forgetting to save my memories in an analog format. I have nothing to show for basically the past decade of my life, I need to keep up with this.
I started eating lunch in the kitchen at work. I'm in search of work-homies, so far this is working out nicely.
Stopped eating carbs for breakfast and lunch M-F. This has always been easy for me, but when I fall off and start eating bacon, egg and cheese bagels its hard to stop. So far, so good.
Only drink for celebrations, not "fuck, I need a drink" situations. Hard rule. This doesn't mean I don't "eat my feelings" instead. #GUILTYASFUCK
Expand my NY boundaries. I don't go above 26th st. (where I work) and I only go into Brooklyn when I go into Williamsburg. This is complete snob shit, and I'm tryin' to fix it. There's a major possibility I move into BK next month, so don't hate me yet.
I've gotten back in contact with everyone trying to kick it with me since they found out I moved. No. I'm not super popular, but somehow God managed to help me run into people I forgot transplanted too. Seriously, I ran into them in random places and they managed to recognize me and holler.
Either join a gym, start running again, jump rope, or work out in some shape or form. I have no excuse why I fell off this wagon, I promised myself I would never become sedentary. Its about time to go back to more active ways.
I looked up Tahitian classes cause I figure I need healthy hobbies. I've had this discussion with a few of my girls, collecting passport stamps is NOT a hobby. Drinking is not a hobby. Watching baseball but not playing is NOT a hobby. So anyways, I found a studio a block away from work and I've been in contact with the instructor. I haven't danced since high school, but I start Tuesday and hopefully I stick to it.
Speaking of baseball, I'm about to lose my throwing arm. Ex-Mr trained me to throw properly, I have a decent glove and everything… I should get back on that too. I'm not saying I can play a legit game of baseball—cause I choke each and every time, but I can fuck with some catch. It takes two people to play catch though… WACK.
I'm considering having my bike shipped over here for the summer. I have a $800 bike collecting dust back at my parents house. I used to ride on a single-speed in hill-city-SF, why the hell shouldn't I ride over here? I just answered my own question.

Lesgo. Time to get back at it...