It has recently come to my attention that I'm not 20 anymore. Correction, *my body* isn't 20 anymore. To be fair, I never really twentied properly - never liked being around people and twentying seems to involve crowds and lots of shouting - but at least I could count on being able to swiftly jump out of bed in the morning after a boozy night and be at 100% mental and physical capacity. Now half a bottle of wine at dinner does it. IT. Let's not even talk about the exercising situation because I spend most of the week sore from the one exercise class I go to.
"Yes", I hear you saying, "but wait until you're x years old like me" and "you don't know anything yet" to which I say let people go through their own phases. Remember the first noticeable instances when you started feeling it. IT. We're all in this together, guys. I'm not complaining. I'm aware this is just the beginning.
So it's been decided that I'm doing a Sober October in an attempt to have a healthy overreaction to this new era I'm entering. Other recommendations on how to approach this phase in a constructive and longterm sustainable way are welcome.
Here's a completely unrelated picture of the Barbican.
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