I don't like what has happened. I looked at pictures from 6 years
ago, ones I shot of myself in my little apartment in graduate school one
autumn. Thin arms, narrow shoulders, slimmer face, a sparkle in the
eyes. The last 3 months in that apartment with only a minimal part-time
job, post-graduate, waiting to hear about job applications I had sent,
and then finally resolving to move back to Jackson until I found work. A
month and a half later I was in Kentucky. I didn't know anyone and at
first I was a homebody, cooking a lot, and thus eating more. And I
wasn't running around town, up and down stairs, etc. And I was hitting
my late twenties.
Now I am in my mid-thirties looking back on
photos of myself in my mid-twenties thinking, where did it come from?
But I know where it came from. Evenings spent watching episodic
television and rented movies, hours on the computer chatting with
friends, writing whining journal entries, and sitting, sitting,
sitting. For a short while I tried running. I tried to go to the gym.
I just didn't stick with either. I tried intense yoga. Gave it up and
opted for the two-hour absorbing movie instead.
2011. I'm going to try a little harder to change a little more of what I have tried before.
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