The universe is testing me, hardcore. Throwing things in my face I don’t necessarily want.. or need. But none the less they’re there anyway. Like Adam and Eve being tempted. It’s a choice. Making the right or wrong choice. And of course I’m going to go with the right choice, I believe in karma too much to not do that. It’s a test of faith and wills. My faith is strong, my will, is something else.
The will to watch what I eat. Goes really well for about two weeks, and then I crumble. I’m determined to make a month. I just have too. I can’t keep looking in the mirror and seeing what I’m seeing. So not happy with it. But, that’s crap from another day. I thought today I would have a mini breakdown.. but I held it together. I’m getting better at being able to do that. Good for me.
The State of Origin is on tonight. Go, Queensland!
Breaking the Habit 