Failure to Strive

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions....
Which may explain why my gym bag has been riding shotgun in my car but neither it, not my ass, has made it to the actual gym before today. Today, I went. Got a short cardio/circuit workout in. Wasn't much, but was better than what I had, which was...wait for it...Nothing.
Seriously folks, I had a plan. I was going to carefully track my points, go to the gym, stay out of drive-thrus and all those good deeds. And yet, 5AM finds me eating Cracksandwiches, 230 PM finds me in meetings, or doing paperwork or having to go here or there or whatever. Anywhere but the gym. I want to do good, but I feel like my life gets in my way. So, how do I get out of my way? How do I keep from tripping over my own to-do list? The answer is...I don't know.
I don't, I really don't understand  how people do it. And I know they do. I know all these people in my Weight Watcher group, all these folks at the gym, they have lives, jobs, kids, etc. But they do what they are supposed to do anyway. Of course, they aren't in bed by 8PM. Which, if you rise at 430AM, is kind of mandatory.

I know what I'm supposed to do. I pack my gym bag, tell myself that I'm going to the gym, tell myself I'm going to eat something good for dinner. There just seems to be some disconnect between my brain and what I say to it. Or between my brain and my belly. Or something. Or perhaps it isn't a system malfunction, only a failure to do that which I know is good for me. I try, sort of . I kind of watch my portions. Basically, I half-ass it when things don't go the way I need them to. And that is no way to run an airline.

So this week, let's take the "try" out, let's go with "will."

"Do or do not. There is no "try"."  ---Yoda