Defying the Odds: A Reflection on Gratitude and Self-Control

Good for me day. All right?
It’s a good for me day.
Good for me that I ate like I was going to the chair yesterday
and I gained that announce this morning to fight the art.
I beat the odds. I beat the.
I could have swore I was up two or three.
I could have swore about it,
all right? I was putting stuff together I didn’t even want,
all right? I was making concoctions with peanut butter and jelly
and everything else. All right,
good for me. Good for me.
I defied all odds. I beat the odds, people. Hello.
Good for us.
Good for us that we could get away with that a little bit of a time.
All right? I’m done with myself.
I’m done with myself though,
all right? I was annoyed.
I was shivering this morning.
I said, ah,
what you do last night? What damage was done last night?
Good for me. Good for me though.
I’m grateful for. I’m probably gonna repeat it again today.
You know why? Cause it’s a little chilly out today.
A little chilly. Little chilly opens up your appetite.
All right? Done with myself.
I think who I am. I think who I am.
It’s dangerous when you don’t gain an ounce,
cause you get confident. Don’t get too confident and cocky about it,
all right? Cause then you go to hell with yourself,
all right? You let everything.
You go crazy with yourself after that.
All right. You feel like you could defy the odds.
You feel like you’re one of a kind.
After that, then what do you do with yourself?
Nothing. I’m done with it.