Dang little voice

Yesterday I made the decision to start fresh. Work out. Eat right. No over snacking. Drinking my 64 oz of water. You know the drill. About halfway through the afternoon, I had a little voice in my head. I hate this little voice. It always seems to creep in at the worst times. I always hear it as a man's voice too...men, psh! Maybe I should name it, so I could say, "Hey, ........, shut up!"
Anyway, this voice tells me, Why try, you're just going to fail tomorrow. You didn't work out enough to make a difference. It's going to take you FOREVER to lose all the weight you want to lose.
Over the past few months, I've agreed with this voice. I may have gotten up early to run for an hour, but by the afternoon, I'm making plans for my husband and I to go out for chips and salsa. I actually made it through yesterday without giving in to temptation. *Pats self on back* But as I got ready to fall asleep last night, the voice tried one more time, "You won't get up in the morning. You'll lie in bed and then won't have time to work out the rest of the day." I'll admit, I fell asleep wondering if I would or not.
Then this morning, I woke up at 6:20, and I was starting my work out by 6:55. I was so happy that I didn't let the voice win! Maybe the more I daily defeat that negative voice in my head, the easier this will all become.