I can't stop.
I can't stop stuffing my face.
I can't stop riding the lazy train.
I can't stop obsessing over everything I'm doing wrong.
I can't stop lying on the couch, covering myself with a blanket, wishing my life away.
I am in a funk. A big funk. And if I don't snap out of it, I am going to find myself once again and overweight, exhausted, push-people-away blob of misery.
Knowing what's wrong is easy. Knowing how to fix it? Not so much.
I just feel so defeated...