Backsliding

 I have been so good at keeping my laundry up for months now. And yet, two baskets of it sit in the hallway, waiting to be folded.  I've been so good at handling my eating past a certain time, and yet I'm doing everything aside from gnawing on my own fingers to keep from eating right now. Everything inside me is trying so hard to backslide. 

I could give excuses here. It's hot. I've been sick. I've been depressed. It doesn't matter though. I still need to fold my clothes. I still need to monitor what and when I eat. Even if things have gotten bad, I still need to stop and do better. 

The backsliding really pisses me off. 

Edit: I folded my clothes. I managed to not eat anything.