I really, truly think I'm done.
I have not worked out in 11 days. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I have not done yoga. I have not walked much at all. I have not been to Crossfit. And I can feel it. I feel all soft and squishy. Softer and squishier than normal. I have zero aerobic capacity - walking up 2 flights of stairs almost killed me. And excuses. I've got them. And the list goes on and on. Even I have gotten tired of hearing them from myself. Then there is the timing. I think, okay I'll start today. But I have to stay late at school tonight, so I'll start tomorrow. But then I have this thing due. And I have to go here. And I have to do this. blah, blah, blah. I have to do something. My eating is not out of control, it's not perfect, but it really isn't that bad. Except that, I don't think I'm eating enough. I need to figure that out. But more important is that I really have to get moving. I. Have. To. If I get moving my eating will fall into place, that's just the way it works. S...