Tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of being tired.

I'm tired of being fat.

I'm tired of doing the same thing.

I'm tired of getting nowhere.

I'm tired of returning to bad habits.

I'm tired of never reaching my goals.

I'm tired of it taking so long to get ANYWHERE with this.

I'm tired of starting again.

I don't want this to be my life... so why do I keep doing it? I think that tonight, instead of thinking about how tired I am, I'm going to bed. Yes... I'm well aware that it's only 7pm... but I have a good book to read, and am still astonished that I didn't murder people today given the foul mood I woke up in and my reaction to people existing in my space. I have been on edge all day, and I KNOW why (hello monthly monster), so I think it's best that I go to bed and start again tomorrow.

Promising news... I ran today. On an oval. I didn't cancel out the Terry's Chocolate Orange I managed to munch on all day at work (gotta get a serving of fruit!), but I did run for 2 minutes at a time, 8 times, with only 1:30 in between. Set the timer, and go when the whistle goes, stop when the whistle goes again... listen for the whistle while listening to some tunes... time passed, I exercised, I didn't die. Might do it again tomorrow.

But for now, I'm tired.