Good intentions are not enough.
I have no excuses.
I could not be bothered with the effort.
I resigned this week quickly to being lost.
I ate more crap... crisps, cheese, chocolate, sugary drinks.
Lots of lazing around.
Lots of not caring.
Right now I just feel like crying, putting on my pjs and playing out to the selfpity party.
And eating. Lots of glorious eating.
Some where deep down I know I don't want this. Or I wouldn't be posting.