So here’s the deal: I have no stick-to-it-tive-ness. None, nada. Zero, ziltch. In addition to that flaw I am at an unhealthy overage of weight & a hoarder. Oh, and dermatillomania. So in writing I am a pretty gross person. Most folks who know me don’t see all of the weight ( I do wear it very well). But it makes me unhappy – so you’d think that would be motivational right? Yeah, see that’s where my broken stick-to-it comes into play. Ever chasing the momentary happy, ignoring the work to get to the bigger, more everlasting happy. Even as I write this: I am avoiding work AND school work…oh and the gym too.
So the thing I’ve been joking about in my head lately: What would Sookie do? She’s always cleaning and tidying up, which lord knows my house could use. What would amnesiac Eric say about me wanting to eat a second candy bar in 20 mins? So here goes nothing…I will try having imaginary friends as a support group.