Who invented mornings??

The night before, it's always a good idea to get up and be at the gym at 6. Then 5am comes. My body rebels in every imaginable physical manner, from headaches to foot aches, from nausea to exhaustion. My body gets angry.

I'm sorry. What was I thinking?

This is a pretty heavy indicator of the toll not eating perfectly can take- the right nutrition provides energy and fuels your body's systems so that these moments are few and far between. I should get on that bandwagon. Speaking of bandwagons, I'm sure the drinking is not helping. Time to scale back again.

But whatever will I do on Thursdays? I guess sing sober.

You're right, I'm sorry. What was I thinking?

I am either three months or many years away from feeling good about myself, from being strong and athletic again, from swimming without a shirt again.

Make that two months. It's two months. It has to be two months.

My head hurts so bad I am squinting at the computer screen.

I'm going back to bed. The gym will be there when I wake up. And so will this incessant challenge.