Another day. Another struggle. The only thing keeping me from hopping in the car and going to Taco Bell is the fact that I’m feeling too lazy to get in the car and an occasional glimpse of a thin actress on the t.v. I hate feeling this way.
I’m stressing and not sure just how to deal with the stress. My mom told me last night that I just cannot do more than I can do in the moment. She’s right, I know, but living life on a moment by moment basis seems somehow…restrictive. As if the alternative of randomly bouncing all across the Pong screen of my mind is so much better. My pants size-tags testify to this.
We are funny creatures. Just yesterday I was singing the praises of discipline and basking in the glow of accomplishment. Today I’m schleping along.
Another day. Another struggle. Another chance.
