Trying to teach myself to write on a daily basis again is proving harder than one would hope.  I feel like such a complete failure in so many aspects of my life it's harder and harder not to fall into deep depression every time I think about my goals.  I said I was staying up late tonight to try and get some writing done.  I trolled Facebook and a couple other sites for nearly 4 hours, and this is all I came up with:  I don't write often enough, I don't work enough to complain about anything, America has a serious cat problem, and Gladwell's 10,000-hour rule makes me feel even more like a loser.  I had a decent amount of hours logged for a few of my favorite things, but that effort and practice has shamefully dwindled.  Well, I'm sick of beating myself up and feeling down.  I'm starting day 5 without cigarettes and alcohol, my first day of food logging, and my first solo yoga workout (I bought the mat yesterday.  I damn well better use it.).  Wish me luck!  I'm ready to have something to talk about instead of why I've been rocking back and forth on my thumbs since August.  Being scared to move and terrified to share is worse than not being here at all.  Someone is going to quit looking out for me if I don't start doing it for myself.  I'm here to take care of myself and better my life.  One day at a time.