I'm in my own self-induced funk at the moment and I'm not quite sure why. Nothing to do with H, he even brought me a present from the Dover race.
I just feel like a hamster in a wheel, lots of thoughts and good intentions, but I'm not acting on any of them, or I'm not getting results.
I'm angry with myself--I have all these grandiose plans to lose weight and get in shape, but put me in front of any unhealthy food, and I eat it! We went to the movies and you would have thought it was a free for all to gorge on candy--which I did.
I have plans and good intentions out the wahzoo--but none get put into action. H knows something is up, he asked me about it this morning, I said it wasn't a good time to talk, and he said that he was there if I wanted to talk. Which is very kind. But he has heard all this before. I don't even know if I should share it with him. I've failed every diet in the past four years.
Okay, pity party over, just feel like a giant blob lately, not getting things done that should be done. I'm not in a despair type mode, just without motivation to do anything.
