I'm going to wake up at 5 tomorrow and jog while listening to this song on loop.
I am... wobbly all over. The result of succumbing to the enticing lures of my bed for one whole week. I can assure you, nowadays if you couldn't find me, just go check my room and if I'm not there it simply means I'm in the kitchen, scrutinizing the fridge for the nth time. And this time, I'm putting an end to it. I know I've said this too many times but that's it!!! Plus I need those endorphins coming. And accepting to myself that I really am getting fat, makes it easier for me to get that hardcore determination to lose weight again. Hopefully tomorrow it gets real.
