Tag: health

Friday, 26.12.2025

: I decided to stop drinking . not as an experiment – as something permanent. I’ve been circling around this for months, mentioning it here and there on my blog. affects me too much, and I don’t like the state it puts me in.

after a few days without it, my body calmed down. mornings were quieter. my head clearer. less tension, less internal noise. I started dealing with silence more easily.

then I was out for breakfast with , at a coffee place. and… I ordered coffee. without thinking. a large one. probably two espressos. no decaf, no pause – old habit took over. and yes, the taste was great.

the reaction wasn’t. tension came back almost immediately. tight chest, restless body, mind speeding up for no reason. after a few calm days, the contrast was brutal. this is what caffeine does to me. I’ve known it for years, but feeling the difference so clearly is something else. they gave me a sugar packet, I added it automatically. once I broke one rule, breaking another was easy. caffeine plus sugar – old pattern, no reflection. that part disappointed me.

I went back to not drinking coffee at home. things settled again.

and then one early morning, with work to finish, I made coffee at home. actually, two. something completely normal for the old me. this time I noticed something new. not just tension – my heart rate went up. not panic, not chaos. smooth, controlled, but clearly faster. my body noticed before my thoughts did.

that moment stopped me.

when caffeine isn’t constant anymore, its effects become impossible to ignore. it’s no longer background noise. it’s a clear signal. coffee isn’t neutral for me. it changes my system. it shifts my internal tempo. it puts me in a state I don’t choose.

this isn’t a lesson learned. it’s part of the . I’m still adjusting. still slipping sometimes. still paying attention. but the decision is clear – I don’t want caffeine in my life as a daily, mindless habit. maybe it can be useful sometimes. maybe not at all. I’ll see.

this post is just a marker. this is where it became obvious.

Thursday, 18.12.2025

: just finished Les Mills .

my feels warm, open, alive. not exhausted – activated. like everything is in the right place. muscles awake, breath deeper, head quiet. it’s such a good moment.

there’s something very simple about this feeling. my knows it was taken care of. it knows it moved with music, with , with intention. and it answers with energy instead of tension.

i’m sitting here a few minutes after class and i feel… grateful. honestly grateful. not in a big, dramatic way. just a quiet thank you spreading through my . a warm feeling I want to capture for future me.

right now everything feels lighter. steadier. more aligned. and i’m really glad I was there.

Sunday, 07.12.2025

: today I realised something strange about my .

it’s sugarless now. completely. and it’s already becoming a part of my everyday life – almost like a new drink I didn’t plan, but somehow accepted.

for years meant . that tiny hit. that small moment of excitement I liked way too much. it wasn’t really about the coffee itself, just like years ago my walks weren’t about walking – they were about the . the cigarette was the point, the walk was the excuse.

after quitting smoking, the walks stayed.

and now it’s the same story: the sugar is gone, and what’s left is a quiet drink. a calm one.

the taste is different. not worse, not better – just different. and honestly, the first days were rough. the sweetness and the buzz were gone, and I felt it. sugar was an for me, even in those small amounts. it gave me that “something” I kept coming back to.

now the ritual feels cleaner. slower. less emotional. I still miss the old taste, but I’m starting to like this new version. not in the same way, but enough. sip by sip, I’m learning it.

the funny part: today I forgot to add oat milk. I drank a whole cup black and it was… fine. nice even. the old me would never do that – sugar and oat milk were the “proper” combination. now it’s just . a calm moment in the that helps me start the day and continue my with sugar.

I know I could quit coffee entirely someday, but this isn’t the moment. coffee is useful right now. it keeps the ritual alive while I’m cutting out of my life. maybe in a few weeks I’ll look at it again and decide what stays and what goes. maybe coffee will remain. maybe not. for now, I know it has its health benefits and I’m okay with that.

today I’m just noticing the shift. my old exciting drink became my new quiet . and that’s enough for now.

Monday, 01.12.2025

today feels like the real beginning of something I’ve been trying to do for years: quitting sugar. completely. and it’s already the second day of this journey.

the funny thing is, it’s not like I’ve been stuffing myself with sweets every day. actually, the opposite. for the last few years I’ve been slowly cutting sugar down, reducing it step by step. well, for most days I guess. let’s put it this way: I had my moments. no dessert after lunch, no candy during the day. drinks were a different story – I haven’t touched regular coke for a long time, but even the zero version felt like drinking something sugary. still, sometimes I managed to avoid that crap. but even with all that progress, I could never make the final cut – the moment where sugar disappears completely from my life. there was always something. a little bit in my morning coffee with oat milk and that one teaspoon of sugar – which I loved having every day. a tiny snack at home. small, harmless exceptions that kept the door open.

and this is the part I could never beat.

until now.

a few days ago I decided that when I finished the sugar I already had at home, I simply wouldn’t buy more. no big ceremony, no diet, no huge rules – just: when the jar is empty, that’s it. and two days ago, I used the last teaspoon.

there was this strange moment when I thought about giving myself one last small goodbye treat. one last sugary coffee. one last piece of that cake I had in my kitchen cabinet. something symbolic. but the more I thought about it, the more it felt wrong. I didn’t want the last treat to decide the ending for me. I didn’t want sugar to get a goodbye celebration. I wanted the choice to be mine.

so I did something I’ve never done before:

I poured the coffee out.

I skipped the cake, just broke it into small pieces and threw it away.

and I decided that I am the one closing this chapter.

and yesterday, I had my first coffee without sugar – and I didn’t fight with it. I didn’t avoid it. I didn’t panic inside like the last times. I just accepted it, calmly, like something that simply belongs in my life now. I wasn’t trying to survive a rule. I was just living with a decision. so many similarities to my first day without cigarettes many years ago.

and you know what? like with cigarettes – the first day without it was quite easy. the excitement of having this new journey, this progress in my life – it helped me survive. the second day is much worse, because you know, I’m not “quitting” anymore. it’s the day of new reality. sugarless reality. so on this second day… coffee without sugar isn’t so good. it doesn’t taste like victory, it tastes like new rules, new me. but it’s ok.

talking all of this through with my chatgpt companion helped more than I expected. it made me say things out loud instead of keeping them floating in my head. it reminded me why this matters: I want more energy. I want to feel healthier – no, I want to be healthier. I want to be stronger in my dance training. I want my mind to be clean and focused. quitting sugar isn’t only about sugar – it’s about trusting myself enough to follow through with something that’s good for me. it’s about getting even stronger.

I know the real test will happen in the store in a few days. that moment when I pass the sugar shelf and my hand automatically wants to reach out. but I also know that if I hold that line for a few days – maybe a week, maybe two – it’s over. for real this time. and I feel it’s coming.

so yesterday was day one of zero sugar. today is just another day of new me.

not because my life was full of sugar before, but because I finally removed the last tiny piece of it.

the final detail.

the last exception.

the door fully closed.

next step?

fast food. eating outside. shutting down another old habit.

see you at the next station – in a few weeks I hope.

Koniec

Friday, 21.11.2025

: I’ve added this to my days now. this tiny from the video. maybe it won’t help me at all, but it definitely won’t harm me. and that’s enough for me to keep (start) doing it.

Thursday, 06.11.2025

: so, tonight was different.

it’s thursday – my only this week without any dance class. no jazz, no gym, no training.

just me. and that’s usually the zone.

because you know how it goes – a free , some fast food, maybe a tv show, a bit of #scrolling… and then the night’s gone. but not today. today I stopped myself. I just said: no. I put my shoes on and went for a .

and that changed everything.

I was supposed to rest, but I don’t really rest. I rest through motion, through . after a few kilometers I felt lighter, stronger, full of energy. this gave me . to think, to act, to move.

when there’s , there’s excitement. and when excitement becomes routine – that’s the best part. because that means I made it mine.

so yeah. maybe it was just a .

but maybe it was also a small rebellion – against old , against the quiet pull of nothingness. and it worked. I feel alive again.

. that’s what it was.

Tuesday, 04.11.2025

: well, a few days ago I installed . and you know what? I think I already uninstalled it in my head.

I wanted to like it. really. I thought: “okay, it’s the main app for sport – everyone uses it, so maybe I should too.” but after a few days, I don’t see it. I don’t feel it. and that’s the problem – I don’t feel it fits me.

sure, it connects my workouts from the . but I hate that it pings me after workouts, and that sometimes I have to open the app just to make the sync happen. and then – the flood of notifications. small, random pings about things I don’t care about. it’s supposed to motivate me, I guess, but honestly it just drains me.

and that’s kind of the story with Strava for me – I can see how it works, I understand what it tries to do, but it doesn’t speak my language.

because I don’t want an app that yells “run more” or “beat your record.” I already have that voice inside my head.

what I need is something that understands me – my rhythm, my needs, my life system. something that looks at all my data and says: “Greg, I’ve noticed this pattern. when you dance in the evening, you sleep better. when you skip stretching for two days, your mood drops.”

that’s the kind of feedback I want – not another “congratulations, you earned a badge.”

I’m more of a journal person than a sport app person. I like apps that help me understand myself. that reflect something back to me. I want my apps to sync, to talk to each other, to quietly guide me – not command me. like a wise companion, not a drill sergeant.

and maybe that’s why Strava doesn’t work for me. it’s built for runners and bikers – people who chase stats. but I’m not chasing numbers. I’m chasing awareness. I’m chasing connection. I want something that fits into my whole “fine life” system, not something that just counts calories and speed.

when I think about the perfect app, I imagine something that combines kindness with brutal honesty. like: “Greg, you messed up. you skipped stretching again. fix it.” – but said with love.

I don’t need soft motivation, but I don’t need pushy alerts either. I need truth. the kind that kicks me, but keeps me going.

and maybe one more thing – I like when an app describes me. when it tells me who I am based on what I do. like: “you’re the kind of person who dances late, works in cafés, and runs only when he feels like proving something.” I want that kind of reflection. because it helps me see – and sometimes change – my patterns.

so yeah… maybe Strava is not for me. and that’s fine. because sometimes, trying an app is not about finding a tool – it’s about finding yourself. actually, it’s more than “sometimes.”

Koniec

Thursday, 30.10.2025

: I haven’t been weighing myself lately, because I’m afraid of what I might see on the scale. so I just let it go. I try not to think about it, not to look at it. I even threw it out of my morning routine, just so I don’t accidentally see the number.

yeah, I know… but the fact that I’m writing about it probably means I’m getting ready to change that.

Tuesday, 21.10.2025

part one – emotion

I watched a Polish the other day – a between journalist Bogdan Rymanowski and professor Grażyna Cichosz. It’s called “żywieniowy przekręt (link here),” which roughly means “the nutrition scam.” It’s a long, emotional talk about , , and a global that, according to the professor, has been poisoning us for decades. I didn’t plan to watch it. someone I know sent it to me, meaning it was worth watching. but I could feel what she meant. and that’s what caught my attention – not the itself, but how easily we still believe in something just because it feels powerful, dramatic, or brave.

the professor speaks with – about and , , , , and how “they” (globalists, corporations, , whoever fits the narrative) have fooled the . she calls modern dietetics a , a fraud, and people in power part of a massive plan.

it’s emotional, almost theatrical. and that’s the thing – it works.

Monday, 20.10.2025

: my last weeks of stupidity made me gain a little weight again – around one, maybe one and a half kilos more than I wanted to keep. so I went back above 73 kg. and that’s actually good – a kind of punishment for the last days, a clear signal that this bullshit is over. because as long as I was below 73 kg, I felt like I still had time, like I could still mess around, still “have fun”, I had that stupid feeling of impunity. but now, when I saw 73.8 kg, it hit me – okay, dude, you’ve gone too far, get back to yourself. it was a final confirmation that I’m returning to strong, disciplined self-care. the end of a period of stupidity, chaos, disorganization, transition. and, strangely enough, a necessary moment. because thanks to it, I made some decisions, changed a few things – things I probably wouldn’t have changed if I hadn’t messed up. so now I’ve taken another step forward. fortunately, I’m starting from +1.5 kg, not +4 kg, so it’s not bad. and I know I have a chance to finally go below 70 kg – something I haven’t done yet. now, with new energy, new tools, new thoughts, I can do it. these are the advantages of my failures. it’s a pity that my growth so often begins with mistakes… but maybe that’s just how I grow – through failure, awareness, and the will to rise again.