And then it happened. I woke up on Saturday with an intense motivation for that day's planned activity: fixing up the porch! Or at least, the very early beginning steps. It wasn't until almost 8:30 that I realized what I had done. I missed my morning treatments! ALL of them! Pills, nebs, the whole kittencaboodle.
Instead of picking myself right back up, I let it get to me. I felt defeated and as I did my nighttime treatments I tried to stay positive but I could feel the insecurities and the guilt creep back in. By sunday the indifference had rolled around. I missed Sunday and Monday(today's) morning treatments.
All I have to say is enough. Just enough. I will pick myself back up, dust myself off and try again. I got 6 days down, let's shoot for 7. I may have missed this morning's doses but tomorrow is a new day, and I still have tonight, so you better believe I'll be adding in a few extra vesting minutes.
I'll get there. One of these days I'll get there.
