I F*cked Up

I think the title of this post is pretty self-explanatory. Fair WARNING: this post will not be lacking in any swearing or profanity, so if you consider yourself a mormo (Mormon) please don't continue. Thanks! I'm so sick of my bullshit cycle with my mood. I'm happy one minute and hitting the gym, restricting calories like I should be and then I flip on a fucking dime!! Last night, arghhh!! I had pizza.

WHY? Why? why?

And of course it had to be 4 days(!) before my first goal. So now I am fasting for the next 2 days. I'm just so fucking sick of my yoyo-ing. Why can't I get it right?! I was doing so well and of course I had to go and fuck it up. Story of my bloody life. I am so low right now, I have absolutely zero motivation to go to the gym like I should. But I'm going to drag my sorry ASS there after work this evening. Because it doesn't matter what I'm feeling like, it's what I WANT in the end: absolute glorified perfection!

This Blows...