Lazy Fuck

Talking to my brother tonight, he jokingly referred to me as a lazy fuck when I told him I just can't seem to do much other than work or sleep. That's the way I feel because even working isn't going so well. It's taking me a week to write a report I should have finished in a couple of days, and that's the way it's been for about a month now. No, I'm not pregnant, but I do wonder if there's something wrong with me. I find myself wandering the house looking for something so I figure I might as well hit the fridge. I open the fridge door and stare at the food. Nothing looks good. I open the pantry door and stare at the food. Again, nothing looks good. So I just grab a can of soup because it takes almost no effort to open the can, dump it into a bowl, and shove it into the microwave. Or microwave popcorn is pretty easy too.

I find myself sitting here in my comfy new chair staring at my working thinking, "I . . . don't . . . want . . . to . . . do . . . this . . . I . . . want . . . a . . . nap . . . " I know that's not normal for me at all. I'm generally pretty energetic and upbeat despite being pretty overweight.

Which brings me to another point. My weight. I had been losing weight and doing well at it. Then I stopped. I haven't been to the gym in 2 weeks. I want to go, I really do, but I just can't force myself to make the time. I get up, hit the computer, eat my meals, work some more, then go to bed.

Enough of this for now. I've got to get my report finished so I can go to bed tonight.