I hate excuses.
This morning I didn't do exercise because I didn't know where my apple earbuds were. So I lay in bed because "How can I be expected to run if I don't have earbuds?"
So this afternoon I bought myself earbuds. Cost me $35 and some time.
Fuck me and my bullshit excuses.
Excuses are the way of the fat fuck who won't change despite all the evidence for and expressed desire to change.
If I remove the excuses, all that I'm left with is the task or the truth about my ugly laziness.
The thing about laziness is that it is a choice. The thing about truth is that we have to live with it.
Then it just becomes about choosing the truth we would much rather live with.
I bought myself earbuds and I will try again tomorrow because I know which truth I'd prefer to live with.
You can't spell "excuse" without "shutthefuckup".
I have a mantra that I use for those moments when lying in bed, or at a point into a run where I just want to stop, and I want to share it with you in the hopes it will help, I just repeat this question to myself
“what kind of man do you want to be?”
it propels me out of bed, or further on as I consider the answer to this question.
Of course that doesn’t help me at all when eating, as the answer then is the kind of man that enjoys this cheesecake :(
Good luck.