Where hast my motivation gone?
Alas! Alas! I cannot find it.
Not hither, not thither.
And thus no work gets done, my brain goes numb,
And fatty carbs help me mind it.
Crappy prose, I know.
But it captures life for me for the past several weeks.
I’m just not motivated to do ANYthing. Hiding from God, myself, and work.
Eating to medicate.
I stepped on the scale this morning and I’m in a new weight class.
I have to stop this pattern.
But that would require motivation.

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