It's just not happening. Not now, not ever again.
I can't quit.
Because that would be admitting that I'm weak. Saying that I'm lazy. Telling myself that I just don't care about my health.
It would be letting food win. It would be saying that sugar is smarter than me. That cake is cleverer than I am. That I've been out-foxed by a plate of chips.
It would be saying that my mind is even flabbier than my body and has no strength, no ability to change. I'm stuck where I am now, with no chance of improvement, and it's never going to get any better.
Well, **** that.
My mind's coming on this damn journey, and my body's getting dragged along. It can kick and scream if it wants, I'm not listening any more.
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