Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Loathing... Unadulterated Loathing...

(That song is now in your mind, isn't it?)

Okay. I woke up loathing myself, AGAIN. Why do I do this? I wake up early enough (this morning it was 5:00) and KNOW in order to be successful at this, I NEED to get my booty out of bed and get on that treadmill. But I don't. I snooze and make excuses and just don't do it. I just don't.

No rhyme. No reason.

I came in to work this morning feeling all kinds of self-hatred and disgust. Seriously beating myself up good and hard. I talked to three people about it and all three told me I was being too mean to myself.

But if I'm not the one being hard on myself, who will be?

I guess I need to find a happy medium. Find the motivation (do I sound like an actor - "Where's my motivation?") to get out of bed each morning, knowing it's only going to do good things. I also need to forgive myself if I'm feeling a bit sluggish or off.

But really, I need to just get out of the friggin' bed in the morning and quit being such a lazy bum!

You loathe me too now, dontcha?

1 comment:

Leslie said...

Tara, Everyone one of us has had that happen. I have been great at getting up every morning and walking 2-3 miles. But today I decided I was to tired and stayed in bed. I know I should of gotten up, but I didn't. Now I am not going to beat myself up over it, but instead I am going to get up in the morning and walk. So give yourself some leeway, and maybe put a picture of New York by your alarm clock and that may help you with the motivation you need. Keep your head up and remember SFE.
Love ya