Why is it that the ice cream calls to me? It sings to me. It pleads and beckons, over and over. And I tell it no. Not today, You have no power over me. But the call is always there, thrumming quietly in the dark corners of my mind, waiting. And when I am at my weakest, it wins. 
Why is it that Kale tastes so bitter? Why is it that kale has to be good for me? Who decided this? I haven’t gone out and personally conducted any research on kale. It could be that a lot of people are all colluding in a horrible joke. Maybe kale is as bad for me as it tastes. Though the logical part of me knows that’s ridiculous, just eat the damn thing and suffer a long life. 
Why is it that the things that are bad for me, are exactly the things that I want? Who was it that decided that getting out of the warm bed every morning, was a good idea? 
Who decided that saving money was the mature and responsible and adult thing to do when I clearly want to spend it, and spend it right now?
Why is it that doing good, just sucks?
Right now I want to work towards my goals. I know that I want to work towards my goals. But Facebook is telling me that I don’t want to work towards my goals. My sweet tooth is telling me that I don’t want to work towards my goals. They whisper, it’s ok. Just a little isn’t going to hurt. But I know that it I listen, then nothing gets done. 
It’s hard enough for my goals to struggle their way into existence. I also have to fight against myself to do the things that I want to do.
But today I will do good. Today I will see past the pleasures of the moment. Today I will ignore the temptations and push through to the things that will give me lasting joy. I will work harder and I will do right, and do well. 
Right after I finish this ice cream.