Time For a Change

It’s time for a change, I think. After a 5 minute sprint across campus for an exam left me winded and sore, I’ve decided I need to reevaluate my life and my attitude towards living. What is so great about poisoning myself every day with cigarettes? What is so stress relieving about something that causes me to have no money and to lack the ability to walk up stairs without breathing heavily? Why do I waste my time outside, freezing my ass off in this cold so I can get a quick nicotine buzz off of some cheap shitty Newport that I bummed from a friend who bummed it from a stranger? I want to quit smoking. I want to eat healthy. I want to get my allotted thirty minutes of physical activity a day. Am I selling out? I don’t think so. You can argue against conformity but you can’t argue against science. Sure we’ll all die someday, but why would I want to facilitate my death through unhealthy habits and make myself a burden to my family by being riddled with disease when I do grow old? I want to go back to the person who took cycling classes twice a week, did yoga and was a little bit obsessed with my antioxidant intake. As I sit here trying to force my limbs into the lotus position, sipping green tea, I think I’m starting to get back on track. Sure my joints are a little rusty, my lungs a little worse for the wear, but it’s a start. Time to start living for life again. It’s time for a change.