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Subtle self-sabotage or simple stupidity

Oh, this week was going so well. So well.

Last night I hand-washed my taekwondo uniform, carefully cleansing the loose white bottoms and new black t-shirt in separate loads. I set them out to dry, putting them in the best locations to be ready for morning.
Yesterday I transferred some money into my chequing account and withdrew enough so I'd be sure to have enough cash for cab fare to get to class.

This morning I got up a few minutes early, put my contact lenses in my backpack, carefully folded my uniform, got a towel from the closet and put it all in my gym bag. Zipped it all up and got it ready to go.

Then I set off for my day.

And about five minutes away from home, past the point of no return, deadline-wise, I realized I was missing something.

My gym bag.

Damn.

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  1. /slaps forehead!
    That is so something I have done. And more than once! Gah! Best intentions...
    So I see what the point is regarding the exercise- je m'excuse! (Limited francais from Canadian highschool) I feel quite ripped off for my one hour brisk walks now LOL ! Personally I've been following Paul Plakas eating plan (from his website; he does them custom for each client) for a month now while doing a 60 day cleanse.. I figured with a 2 month program I would create better habits so we shall see! Good luck on your regimen! Here's to Health and Wealth !!

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