So if I had room to add it to my goals, I might add being more self confident. But then, goals are supposed to be attainable and I don't know where to start. Seriously, I am the meanest person I know - at least to myself. The self talk inside my head is terrible and relentless. It's about my grey hair. It's about my fat legs and flabby everything. It's about the stretch marks on my stomach from those two miraculous boys of mine. It's about my stubby chewed fingernails and long cuticles and hangnails. It's about my my dry skin. It's about the bags under my eyes. It's about the dirty dishes in my sink, the piles of laundry, the unwashed linens, the toys and clutter everywhere. It's about my lack of energy to make a change. My constant "resolve" that never actually affects anything but my belief that "nothing will ever change, so why try?" It's about my moodiness. It's about my selfishness. It's about...