I woke up this morning feeling off, just off. Last night I went to be earlier than I normally do so that I could get a good night's sleep, yet I still woke up feeling like I had been run over by a truck. Ugh.
To top it all off I got on the scale after I had finished showering and shaving. To my utter disgust the scale read "237". Honestly I wanted to just sit down and cry. But I have no one to blame but myself as I haven't been eating well and trips to the gym have been non-existent.
It feels like I'm in the middle of a pitch-dark room. If I move around and feel my way, I should be able to find the light switch. But instead, I'm content to just stay where I am and not make the effort to turn on the light. I just wish I could find that motivation to start moving.
It's hard to get started. Beating yourself up isn't going to help though. Try to take the step... if you can't, know that you will when you are ready. :)
ReplyDeleteDavid,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your words of encouragement. I've really enjoyed reading your blog and gotten a lot out of it.
I'll be honest. Tomorrow is going to be one of the hardest days of my life (I'll be blogging about it), but it's nice to know that there are people out there who do read what I post and can relate to what I experience.