I was a thirty something asshole.

I'm sitting here reflecting on yesterday's Eliott. I was such an angry jerk. Unapologetic and with no real reason. What's wrong with me?  Why do I still ask questions teenage Eliott asked about himself.   

I was angry for whatever reason.  Maybe it was from being isolated in my apartment for two days.  But I was testie. I said things to people  that were misunderstood. And I didn't apologize. And I know the only thing I really want to do is throw the stick into fourth gear and keep going. But I'm going to be better than yesterday's Eliott. I hope.  

I know I'm a little late for sober October. So let's call this month no drinking November. Aside from me being a little brat outward  but inward I was great. Had plain greek yogurt for breakfast and after a workout I had two lemon pepper seasoned chicken breasts and an avocado with a handful of heart healthy nuts. So far so good. I'll keep you updated.  

Take care  

Eliott out!