I have eaten SO terribly over the last month.
I have hardly gone to the gym.
I really have no one to blame but myself.
It’s a fucking viscous cycle. You eat shit so you feel tired and lethargic so you don’t go to the gym so you have even less energy so you can’t be bothered to cook so you eat shit. And on it goes.
I have given myself until the 1st October to eat whatever the fuck I want. And I have to say, I’m not enjoying it.
I feel terrible.
I’m so tired.
I’m not sleeping as well.
My anxiety is coming back.
I don’t feel as confident in myself anymore and it has nothing to do with the way I look and everything to do with the way I feel.
I can’t wait to feel myself push my limits again.
I can’t wait to feel like I respect myself again.
And I know you’re probably thinking “Well why are you waiting? Just fucking go! Just eat a fucking salad!”
I thought that too. But the first is significant because a) it’s the start of a new month – duh. b) It’s a daycare day c) It’s the day I meet a new person and d)
It’s the day tattoodaddy starts his new job.
Bring on October!