Excuses, excuses, excuses....

I am very good at coming up with excuses. I am brilliant, sometimes.

I make excuses for not writing, not exercising, not eating healthily and even not living the life of my dreams.

Here are a few examples:

I can't exercise because I don't have the time/energy and I have sciatica

I can't write today because I am tired/uninspired/boring/a crap writer anyway/must blog/watch this show on TV

I am not studying because I need to blog/write/exercise (which I don't do)/clean/wash the dishes/do the washing

And on and on.

Well. Here's the thing and for me, it's a BIG thing.

I have decided to no longer accept excuses from myself.

And recently a few things have begun to happen. I have turned off my television and it's stayed off. I have managed to spend a good portion of time on my studies, and have time to spare for reading and relaxing. As a result, I feel... accomplished.

Now I tend to think about things before I action them. If I find myself engaging in behaviour that got me nowhere before, I do the opposite.

Interesting.