ANOTHER Wasted Month

Yeah yeah I know.

Nothing to see here. Just one more set of 31 days where I haven't done anything to help myself.  The funny (or not so funny, really) thing is, it is always on my mind.     So why then, do I not do something about it?

I know that is a rhetorical question, as I seem to always be asking this of myself.  I don't want to end up with diabetes or heart disease, etc, and in essence killing myself with these diseases, and you would think that with all the knowledge there is about these types of things that I would certainly put forth the effort of trying to lose weight so that they don't happen to me.  So why then do I not?


And I don't like being this heavy and wearing big clothes and having a double chin and trying to hide myself in pictures. So then why do I not try?


 I want to blame it on being depressed, which I do think is part of it, but it isn't all of it.  Part of it is no will power. Part of it is, okay probably most of it actually, is I just like to eat. With sweets being on the top of the list as we all know. So all that makes for losing weight a very difficult thing.  It is my fault though. No one else to blame but myself.  No one did this to me, no one forces anything on me, no one tells me to eat. I did this all to myself and I take responsibility for it. So then why do I not take the responsibility to lose?


I really don't know. I don't know why I do not have the mind set and the absolute want-to to do it.

But I sure wish I did.