Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. Just to get me through 5 more minutes on the treadmill, one more rep on the bowflex. One more bite of eggbeaters, one more sip of jet black coffee. How long is it going to take, exactly, until I resolve to the fact that my body doesn’t process preservatives or artificial sweeteners like a quick metabolism would? When am I going to stop stuffing my face with the stuff that does NOT work for me?

I’m so angry with myself, for failing. Almost a month ago, I was 5 pounds lighter. Granted, I haven’t had the necessary water intake for the past couple of weeks to even know if that’s fat or water retention, because I haven’t really been caring much about either water or sodium lately. I also hadn’t really fully processed the fact that had I continued doing what I stopped doing on February 25th, I would have met my goal by now.