Well, today was the first unqualified failure... falling off the wagon... name your cliche.
I could pretend it didn't happen. I could blog something else, and the world would never know. But why? I hate the "keeping up appearances" game. I'd rather wear my failures on my sleeve and move on.
Now for the story.
Yesterday I took a good section of the day for scything down weeds outside. No big problem there. It was a conscious decision, so I don't qualify that as a failure.
In retrospect, however, I should have taken it in smaller bites for the fact that it hasn't been even two weeks yet, and I'm nowhere near "in shape". I mean, I'm doing fine for a cubicle jockey, but all morning swinging a large hand tool? Unwise.
Then came an even bigger problem. Not only did I not wear a hat, but afterward made a (scheduled) errand run into town... with the sunroof open!
Didn't think too much of that at the time. Who does? But the next morning, slept in late (5:AM! What a lazy bum! ;) ) and woke up with an aching back, a bruised thigh**, and a full head sunburn all competing for who could shout the loudest.
** Where slipped I whacked it with the scythe handle.
I did get a few little things done and a little writing knocked out on book 2. Mostly spent my time in bed being miserable and kicking myself.
Well, you live, you learn.
Probably you learn.
Live YOUR adventure!