Note: I suppose that for those who struggle with self-discipline, this morning's post will provide a measure of empathy. For those who are masters of self-discipline, my comments will likely seem alien in nature and sad/entertaining/baffling. Additional note: I don't suffer from tragic self-esteem *all* the time, I don't *really* hate myself (I just say hurtful things when I am mad), and yes I really do have these kinds of silent conversations with myself. Actual internal dialogue that took place this morning at 6am in my head between "Good Me" and "Bad Me": (alarm rings) GM: Time to get up! Time to go running! Time to tackle the day! BM: It's cold. Going back to bed. GM: NO! We are going running. Let's go. (gets out of bed and turns off alarm) BM: It's cold. I don't want to go. And I'm tired. GM: I'm tired, yes, but we need to get up and get going. BM: Why don't we just sleep in till 6:30am and then go running t
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