Today I am done with feeling guilty. Feeling guilty about over eating, feeling guilty about how much I eat. I owe no one but myself an apology for how much or how often I eat.
Today I'm done with excuses. I'm tired of the excuse well I messed up today I'll try again tomorrow...and tomorrow becomes a week and a week becomes a month and a month 4 months.
If I can exercise today, I will be happy. If I can't, or don't oh well, too bad. I'm done with feeling bad if I didn't exercise hard enough or long enough or at all.
Today I'm also done with trying to explain my self to my doctor. He refuses to understand the lack of money prevents me from buying the foods he wants me to eat. Lack of money prevents me from joining a gym, like he wants me too. Lack of transportation (one working car on the brink of falling apart) prevents me from going TO a gym to begin with.
I'm tired of explaining this to him. I'm done with him scolding me like a little child because current factors in my life, that are beyond my control, prevent me from eating/working out just like he wants me to.
As much as I want to do this overnight, I can't.
Today I'm going to do the best I can with what I have and leave the rest up to God.
To a dog your the king of the universe. To a cat your nothing more than the hired help.
If God had wanted me to touch my toes he would have put them up higher on my body.
Be careful going in search of adventure -- it's ridiculously easy to find.