Weekly Confessions #8
Everyone has bad moments, days and in this case, I had a bad week. I don’t mean “Oh I could have eaten better these two days.” I mean THE WHOLE WEEK was bad. I just mad poor choices. My head was stuck in a cloud, really not giving a damn and in turn gained two pounds. So you guessed it back to 186lbs.
The personal took over me last week, but I refuse to let it happen again, (I hope not to this extent at least) I’ve had constant conversations with myself about what I need to do to be successful in life, you see, one of my biggest fears is not being successful. And I don’t mean, big time rich, fancy cars, three houses successful, (although that is a goal) but I mean comfortable successful, not having to worry about the next move. I don’t want or have time to play chess with my life. I’m 23-years-old and I’m not getting any younger. Am I over exaggerating? Or do I have a right to feel this way? Please, let me know.
Here we go, the BOOM!
Not sure if my feelings excuse my eating, but at least I got to the root of it, so time to do better.