I caught myself thinking, and that is never a good sign. Normaly i am more of a "How should i know what i think before i hear what i say" guy.
Anyway. I changed in the last three years. I quiet smoking. I was at 40 to 50 cigs a day. And then i stopped, touched not one cigarette in the last three years. As a result out of that i gained weight, lot of weight.
Weight i am now losing again for over a year now. I lost 48kg so far and i am still losing.
I started biking and now i ride 20 to 30 kilometers a day, and i never was a sports guy.
Alcohol is another thing. I killed at least a bottle of Vodka at the weekends. Now a bottle of Vodka lasts for half a year.
All changes in the last three years.
And the most funny thing, i changed without any reason. No reason at all. I have no idea why i changed. Still changeing.
Normaly i would suspect a new love interest, but there is none.
Does midlife crises now start at 30? I was not unhappy three years ago, and i am not unhappy now. I just find it all very strange, when i catch myself thinking.
The strong light of late afternoon had dimmed to twilight blue. The precision and clarity of the day was lost, the possibilities of the night encroached - violence, love, traces of dark and light that entice and repel. Night is always ambiguous.
Anyway. I changed in the last three years. I quiet smoking. I was at 40 to 50 cigs a day. And then i stopped, touched not one cigarette in the last three years. As a result out of that i gained weight, lot of weight.
Weight i am now losing again for over a year now. I lost 48kg so far and i am still losing.
I started biking and now i ride 20 to 30 kilometers a day, and i never was a sports guy.
Alcohol is another thing. I killed at least a bottle of Vodka at the weekends. Now a bottle of Vodka lasts for half a year.
All changes in the last three years.
And the most funny thing, i changed without any reason. No reason at all. I have no idea why i changed. Still changeing.
Normaly i would suspect a new love interest, but there is none.
Does midlife crises now start at 30? I was not unhappy three years ago, and i am not unhappy now. I just find it all very strange, when i catch myself thinking.
The strong light of late afternoon had dimmed to twilight blue. The precision and clarity of the day was lost, the possibilities of the night encroached - violence, love, traces of dark and light that entice and repel. Night is always ambiguous.
