I’ve slowly realized that I need the gym. Digging in my flower beds and hauling rock and dirt just doesn’t have the same effect, and the aches of carrying extra weight have returned. The wedding ring that I just had resized a few years ago is snug again and my lower back is starting to seize up again.

As much as I’d like to believe that if I make good food choices and try not to sit around then I may be able to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I’ve come to terms with the idea that I need weight training to keep me standing up straight.

I will admit one other thing: I’m struggling with ready-to-eat meals. We have a pantry full of carb crap and when hunger pangs hit I default to those carbs. As I’m eating them the little voice in my head is saying, c’mon man, you know better.

What is it about winter that makes you not want fruits and vegetables? Perhaps I don’t need a restart, I need a jumpstart.