I have no one to blame but myself. I lost all motivation this week. It started with Ostar feast with the kindred. NOM NOM NOM. I don’t regret that one bit. What I do regret is the lack of preparation after that. I refuse to drive anywhere exhausted or with alcohol in my system. It doesn’t matter how many hours have passed since my last beer (4). I didn’t prepare for the next morning. I wasn’t going to raid the fridge of my host. Instead, we went out for breakfast. NOM NOM NOM. The Girl Scout cookies were another mistake. NOM NOM NOM. I couldn’t say no to the birthday treats at work either. NOM NOM NOM.
Compound all of this my body trying to heal from the overwhelming anxiety and not being active. Today I’m back on the wagon outside of walking on the treadmill. It’ll be late by the time I get home from my interview but I’ll make it up with a morning working workout and an extra long walk in the evening.
Happy Thursday Y’all!