Then I felt ashamed. Sure I was overthinking, and it was all on me. I may have graduated from not caring about what other people think, but have I just entered a more terrible phase? I'm kindof hating myself right now. For all the choices that led to a 10 lbs heavier me. Oh great, 10 lbs isn't that much, even though I was already overweight before that. But because I couldn't bring my sorry ass to exercise regularly and eat properly, here I am. Turned my body into a nice big cozy abode for fats. If I could only charge em rent, I could've saved enough for a liposuction. The irony.
So what gives? I don't know. Should probably start motivating myself to lose weight again. Arg. I'm so bad at this. Last week I was excited to start this 30 Day Challenge my colleague showed me, told him I'll start right at the first of July but heck all my resolve started to drain when I craved for donuts and cakes. Lord, help me.
There's something about Mondays and the first of every month that makes you want to start something. I wonder why it's more exciting that way, starting something at the start of something. But then when it passes and you've done nothing, you get the illusion you have to wait a week or a month before restarting or doing something else, instead of getting back on track immediately. First of July has left me. Now it's the 4th and it's a Monday. Wonder what'll I do.
There's something about Mondays and the first of every month that makes you want to start something. I wonder why it's more exciting that way, starting something at the start of something. But then when it passes and you've done nothing, you get the illusion you have to wait a week or a month before restarting or doing something else, instead of getting back on track immediately. First of July has left me. Now it's the 4th and it's a Monday. Wonder what'll I do.