Yesterday you said tomorrow.
Sugar is a drug.
Sunday: Fail. Monday: Fail. Tuesday: Fail. Tuesday Afternoon: Progress.
I have been doing horribly. Really. I’ve been doing well since June 11th until Sunday, June 23rd. It is now the 26th. But that is okay. Because I have gotten rid of the problems..now, not in the most conventional ways possible. I ate the problems. But hey, now there are gone, obsolete. My next goal is to clean up my surroundings. You know how I get. When the kitchen is messy, the fridge is messy, my room is messy, or all a combination of these is present, my life is messy. I cannot function. I like to be a really neat person, and if my surroundings are not to my standards, I literally cannot function properly. Obviously for twelve days, my life was incredibly organized.
Another thing (I feel like I am rambling, by the way; usually my thoughts are better articulated. This is probably due to the mess that is my life) my mum is home..ALL THE TIME. This is making me go from, “I love my life,” to “Get me the hell out of here!” I’m always fustrated and annoyed and increasingly irritable. And until recently, I didn’t know why this was the case. But then I got it! It is become my mum is ALWAYS here. We get no breaks from one another. I love her, but she fustrates me. Perhaps this fustration is also a factor in my negative eating choices. However, I choose not to fall prey the drug which they so concealingly call sugar. Once I finish blogging, I’m going to clean room, proceed to clean the kitchen and fridge, and exercise. Wish me luck!