Really, horribly, discouraged.
I'm pissed off at myself, and honestly, I'm wallowing in self-pity. But I don't really have anyone to blame but myself.
I have been running (somewhat) regularly. I have been tracking (every so often).
And I'm not seeing results. In fact, I've actually gained a couple of pounds.
And why is that? Well, I know damn well why that is. It's the "somewhat"'s and "every so often"'s.
I'm not being consistent. Actually, that's not true. I am being consistent at one thing. I'm consistently lazy.
How in the hell did I become so undisciplined?
When did it become okay to me to be so half-assed about life?
I don't know the answers, but I know shit has got to change.