I've been coasting, coasting, coasting for too long. Just sort of slowly going back to the bad eating, not exercising, not caring. It took me a sleepless night last night of tossing and turning and feeling utterly out of control at 2 am to get my focus back. So here i am, refocussed on what i have to do. I'm sick and tired of feeling crappy about myself.
Some good news, i gritted my teeth and stepped on the scales, bracing myself for the gain and discovered that i am 241. The same as this time last month, and the month before that. No progress is tough, but bearable, much better than back to square one, which ive done to myself time and time again in the past.
Today i'm getting back on the treadmill, and if i say it here it means i HAVE TO right?
How is everyone doing? Sometimes the battle in our own mind is the hardest part, does anyone else feel like that at times?