For the past several months I've had a serious lack of motivation. I don't know what is going on with me. I keep setting all these goals for myself and don't keep any of them. I can't concentrate at work, I keep waiting to get fired (especially as I sit here and type this at work). I keep saying I'm going to get healthier and yet I just ate 2 chocolate chip cookies. Donald and I set a budget for ourselves to try to decrease our spending habits and increase our savings, yet I just plunked down $90 at Old Navy and have spent half the morning deciding which clothes to buy for Ella for Gymbucks redemption. My house is a mess, yet I can't seem to get around to cleaning it. I desperately miss scrapbooking, but my craft area is in disarray and god forbid I should ever organize it.
I make jokes about it from time to time, but it's really becoming an issue for me. When did I become such a slacker? I don't want to lose my job. I don't want to be fat forever. I like my child to wear cute clothes, but I don't want to be living on the street just so she can be decked out in the latest Gymboree line.
Admitting you have a problem is always the first step. But what the hell is the next step? How do I fix this?
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So if you figure out the fix will you let me know? My house is a mess, I ate ice cream for breakfast and I have stacks of books waiting to be read.
Let me know, too. I'm right there with you on the job (although some days I think losing mine might be a blessing in very deep disguise), my house is a disaster, and exercise? What's that?
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