Good Intentions…

We all know that saying about good intentions. I’ve ended up in my own personal hell. I’ve let myself down and failed not just me, but my family as well. Why? You may ask. Well it’s because I started this journey to a better me with all of the best intentions. I didn’t only want to change my lifestyle, I needed to. So what have I done? Pretty much nothing. Food plan’s gone out the window, exercise is just a joke. While depression wise I feel fanfuckingtastic, best I’ve felt in years – everything else, not so much. So what am I going to do about it? Kick myself in the arse a few times, put on my big girl panties, drink a cup of concrete and harden the fuck up!

We slip. It’s a fact of life. I’m not playing the blame game here though – it’s my fault. I need to hold myself accountable. So I’m going to. I want to be healthy so bad. I have to do it. So for the rest of the week, it’s re-asses my goals and back into re-focusing on my journey.

Here we go!