resurgent multichotomy

I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, and I do hope I keep the right perspective when I tackle things.

Stress, elation, boredom, busy-ness, laziness, exhilaration, gluttony, discipline, faith, and realism abound and try to consume me at any given moment.

My existence hangs at a balance of these.

Need to find a cure to this paralyzing boredom. ASAP.

I can think of a couple of personal upsides to returning back to my usual workweek.

For one, I’m back to reclusion perpetua in terms of food intake. I get to manage and control what I eat better when I’m alone (which I am during the week), and thus am able to steer myself towards my health and fitness goals better.

Corollary to the previous statement, is that I’m also able to force myself into exercising. Somehow I’ve managed to psyche myself up to be conditioned towards performing my workout routines when I’m staying at my weekday pad (as opposed to my more comfortable, enjoyably indulgent weekend home).

I also get to dress up more, as I need to report to work and what not. I am not particularly fond of dressing to the nines all the time, but a little polish every now and then doesn’t hurt the confidence department.

Lastly, and perhaps more importantly, the best upside to starting my workweek anew is that it makes me look forward again to the weekend, even after having close to too much of it. :)

My fitness regimen got majorly disrupted. I badly need the coming post-holiday workweek to catch up.

And while I’m able to take a breather from all the fuss and drama, a big part of me wants to get right back at the action.

I guess this is the mark of a good vacation — that towards the end of it, I’m already looking forward to return to my routine.

But let me enjoy the Easter break one last time; Wrath of the Titans style.

Whatever. Haha.

I deserve need a vacation.