yeah, that person sounds a little ... intense. maybe it's a translation thing, maybe an age thing ...?
and you're on oosteven, we'll gee each other up. The problem with me is i have a talent for self-delusion;
"right, first thing tomorrow i'll get up early and go for a walk."
(i NEVER get up early, and the snooze button is my best friend)
"right, bit tired right now, but i'll go walking and do some resistance tonight."
(by the time fed and wrestled kids into bed, had a cup of tea, done the dishes, fed the dog, tidied up, answered work emails, got endless drinks of water for kids, gone back in to be told about the thing i should have been told about last week for school/discussed how there's really truly NO monster in the cupboard because Mummy would get it or Milo would bark, and got stuff ready for the next day, it's after nine, and too cold/late/windy/hot/dark/boring to go out)
"right, i'll just have this lick of icing, it's only 100 calories ..."
(three 'licks' later, and i find myself back in front of the fridge. I even put some on a salted pretzel - which was DELISH btw - but got a grip and threw the pot out tonight)
i seem to forget who i actually am, and think i'll wake up tomorrow as wonderwoman who has boundless energy ...
when it's always the same. I'm still the crazy bed-haired mum in the school car park, dropping Manaia off in my jammy pants.