Oh how I've fallen....

...so far off the wagon, sigh. I haven't exercised for a week and a half. Ugh. Of course I have a million reasons why I couldn't, but I won't bore you (or myself) with them. My eating is still whatever, I haven't added gorging or anything. Although, right now I could eat an entire cow I'm that hungry! I managed to spend an extra hour and a half or so on the T that I'm usually accustomed to roundtrip. Hooray for that. I was almost an hour late for work and then took forever to get home. I had a small lunch and wasn't anticipating being home an hour later than usual (I stayed later at work). Blah, blah, blah. I think once I bring myself down to a normal realm of calm and show my apartment in an hour I'll go ahead and get a work out in.

I hate when I fall out of a routine. It's not that I don't dislike exercising, which is the worst part, I enjoy it. I'm having a hard time staying motivated in general. I've always been accountable for myself, evening growing up, so I have a lingering 'but I don't hafta/I don't wanna' attitude. No one's gonna make me, so whatever. It feels a bit bratty, truthfully. And, quite frankly, it makes me a little crazy, a lot of the time.