Last night as I laid in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me, I kept thinking about failure and giving up.
I’ve failed to truly commit. I’ve failed to give 100%.
I have failed.
Thus came the thoughts of giving up.
What’s the point in continuing to lie to myself? Or lie to others?
I seriously contemplated walking away from it all. The weight loss attempts. The blog. The social networking media I use.
I’m not sure what to do any more. I am not sure what it is that I need to kick my ass into gear.
On Monday mornings when I wake up, I am motivated, just to peter out by noon? That isn’t real motivation. That is guilt from the previous weekend spurring me on for a few hours.
Just some self-pity here. Maybe my head will clear later today.