I love eating a lot, you see. I love obsessive eating, pigging, you name it. These past few days, I can’t count how many times I pigged myself out– not resisting food which is what I need. What I really need. I know I have to lose weight somehow. Or, go jog around our villa every morning for my cardio. But every night I would think of me jogging when the morning comes, then when that morning comes, I’m still pinned in my bed not wanting to be interrupted.
It sometimes suck.
Doing things that can destroy you more than doing things that can empower you. Why is the former more easy to do?