I have absolutely no motivation. This is ridiculous. I look in the mirror and I’m sickened about what I see, yet I don’t do a damn thing about it! There is always a reason for me to “Start on Monday”.
I am by far the heaviest I’ve ever been. I gain weight preparing for a diet that never comes. So I decide to shove everything in my face like it’s the last meal ever because I’m ‘starting on Monday’.
I just got back from vacation. I ate so much I actually feel my skin stretching. It doesn’t matter that I walked a ton, I ate more. ?I totally intended on being good this past Monday. Then I realized how many goodies I still had in the house. I had to get rid of them first, right? So as a wolfed down a few pounds of chocolate, I realized…fuuuuuuck….Halloween is Thursday.
Fuck it. I’ll just have to start NEXT Monday.