Almost every night I have an epiphany. I tell myself that tomorrow is the day.
I am going to set up my meals, set a timer to eat regularly. Take all my vitamins and supplements, and if I can’t get to the gym, to spend some time at home doing pilates or some weighttraining.
Why can’t I get back on track? It was like clockwork before. I was proud of myself. Now, I am blah.
I can’t seem to motivate myself enough even though I am not happy. Why?
I look back at pictures from less than a year ago and feel disappointed that I allowed all my hard work fade away.
My divorce really threw me off course. I hate making excuses, and I really have no good one now. But, for some reason I keep finding them and I hate it.
I gotta find that spark again. I know what needs to be done. It is not that I am lost, I just don’t know what it is.
It is not like me to not go after what I want. I guess that is why I am so bothered.
I will be there again. I must. For nobody but me. I have the drive and dedication. I just don’t know what is holding me back.