Lingering illness, a persistent staph infection, no jiu-jitsu, limited exercise, and omnipresent, nagging self-doubt can take its toll. Combine that with egregious amounts of turkey, stuffing, gravy, and pie and what do you get? A miserable, moody, marshmallow.
Marshmallows are best when roasted over a fire. Well, I’m going to burn this bitch to a crisp. Starting today, I will be back on my usual nutrition plan. Starting today, I will be back on a regular exercise regimen. Starting today, I will get my mind refocused on jiu-jitsu.