Why does what seems so easy and important and doable in the morning all fall to pieces in the afternoon?
I'm fighting the witching hours hard.
My brain is trying to talk my mouth into some not-so-good things. A few good days ... a promise to ME ... working hard at ignoring my brain.
I want cheese and crackers. Then a glass of wine. Then something sweet. Then I want to repeat it, at least twice. Honestly, typing this makes my mouth water.
I need to want to fit into my clothes MORE. And feel better. And, and, and.
Gratification NOW vs better stuff later. The decision seems so simple in the morning. I LOVE mornings. I'd go to be obscenely early if it weren't for the pups -- just to end this day.
Thanks for the vent/rant time for a second go today.
It REALLY, REALLY is just a few good days in a row. Come on girl -- you got this.
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