Why the fuck am I so tired all the time?
Where is my motivation? I’m not doing anything except what I used to do: sitting on the couch with my blogs and my books. I’m just not drinking while I do it.
Where are these vast swathes of time I was promised? Everyone talks about one’s evenings unfurling with possibilities. I’ve even planned what sorts if creative things I want to do. But come eight pm and I’m just reading and sitting, sitting and reading.
Why haven’t I lost any weight? I’m not eating the calorific equivalent of a bottle-plus of wine a night.
Is it a really bad idea to start a diet this early? Is there a magic number of days where I should just eat whatever, will I burn out if I try and do too many things? I am so very sick of this tummy.
WHEN DOES MY NEW LIFE HAPPEN?