I’ve barely made a dent in my room with unpacking and downsizing and I failed at detoxing this past week. I’ll start again tomorrow and see it through 7 days. The only type of failing that sticks is the failure to keep trying.
I have a long road ahead of me to reach my “happy middle.” But when I get there, I won’t give up, or stop working out, or stop eating right, or stop making good choices. I think, to a certain degree, I use my ability to gain weight easily as a way to keep people away from me. Intimacy has a sourness to it that never truly agreed with me. I lose all sense of logic and become possessive and I hate being that way so much that I completely stay away from people which is not healthy either.
I have a lot to do this next couple of weeks. I start training Monday.
Tuesday to Saturday I’ll be in Florida training as well. I have to learn to take it one day at a time and calm down.
Well, I still have my entire closet to overhaul, prepping my workout equipment and spaces, repainting my room, doctors appointment, car fixed, and making up a work schedule at the gym. My summer off has turned into a full time job. :/