I suck at commitment. I really do. I want to lose some weight. I want to get in shape. I set my goals 2 weeks ago and have yet to meet them. I gained another 2 lbs. WHAT THE FUCK!
I have been eating better. LOTS of fresh produce. I have not been snacking at night and find that I am STARVING when I go to bed.
But the depression is draining the life out of me. I have been sleeping more and skipping my walks in favor of closing my eyes for 20 minutes on the couch. Not that I get to relax. Usually my kid is climbing on me or yelling in my ear.
But this thing just hangs over my head. It is always there making me feel guilty for all the ways I am failing and not meeting my very lame and simple goals.
So I start again this week. I just need to do it today. To steal from the 12-step moment, it is one day at a time. I just have to get through today.