How time fades some good things.

We've all felt it, anything new loses it shine over time, new paint, a new tv, a new relationship, they all "fade" a little bit and become comfortable or get discarded for something new. It's been that way with my newfound attitude.

That little part of my brain has been winning a lot lately. I've been busy, tired, and not very good to myself. While I haven't gone to Burger King and ordered the triple Whopper (is that even necessary to have on the menu?), I can do better.

I feel like I'm off the wagon, clinging to the tailgate getting dragged through the mud. Still determined, but I'm getting dristracted. I thought this morning how nice it would be to have that March 31 attitude all over again.

Then it got nice outside - have to have a beer in the sun, then I might as well have a JD for a nightcap (or three). Forget the blog, I've got nothing to write, well, nothing positive anyway.

So, here I am. I've lost some weight, my workouts are going well, but I need to track my progress better to motivate the other parts of my life. I need to get that attitude back, it felt good to be winning. It felt good to treat myself well. Sure, it's some work, but it was paying off. I really didn't have that moment of breakthrough, until just now. It was mental. I was in charge, I made the choices and they were for my betterment. Good things were happening and were only going to keep happening. No wonder the little bastard didn't want me writing, I hadn't realised any of this when I started typing today.

A counter attack on that part of my brain is in order.