The Best Intentions

Good Intentions

I go to bed every night feeling like shit. I feel like a failure. I get up every morning with the best of intentions. Today I’m going to eat well. I’m going to not cheat. Today is going to be the day that I do this thing… the right way… for good.

And then I see a piece of pizza sitting in the fridge. I see leftover tator tots. I see cold breadsticks.

And before I know it I’m sitting on the couch at 11:30 at night, having eaten all of those things, and more, and once again feeling like shit.

How many times have I written on this blog about what a failure I am? How many times have I written about how I need to make a change.

When are good intentions going to turn into success?

Will they ever?

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