I was supposed to go to the gym today. And yesterday. And the day before that. But here's the thing --- I'm a master of excuses. I can think of (seemingly) valid reasons why I couldn't possibly go to the gym. Mainly it's 'I'm too busy' followed up with "I'm too tired". Let's not forget the frequently used "I don't have time" or I even sometimes think "I'll just eat less". I see them for what they're worth. Excuses.
But still here I sit. Getting fatter. Lazier. I do feel more tired than ever. And I know it's because I don't get any physical activity. In my head I know exactly what I need to do. Eat less & move more. But I keep eating. And gaining. I think part of me does it because similar to an alcoholic I think, 'I can stop anytime'. But this is obviously not true. I am miserable. I. Am. Miserable. What is it going to take?