Been feeling shitty all week. Had a good workout routine going and although I knew I should've kept it going I ignored what my body needed. Turbulent eating patterns and getting drunk on Monday didn't help.

Today isn't going to solve anything, but I'm kinda proud of myself for not giving up (again) at least. Had a lot of breakups like this one, where SO assures me nothing is wrong with me, but that she doesn't feel like keeping this going - just as I've started getting hopeful again. Not their fault. Not my fault (I guess). For my own sanity I'm just gonna have to attribute it to bad luck, and keep working on the things I do have control over.

Wishing you all a pleasant Sunday! We've got this.