(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?