Time to put on my big girl panties

Well I've been trying to get to sleep for the last hour but unfortunately my neighbor is noisily pruning her tree (of course she is....I feel bad that I'm annoyed because midnight tree pruning is normal and acceptable yes?).
So I am up to listen to Eddie Vedder's new album (Oh Eddie - how I love you and your ukulele) including his remake of Dream a Little Dream - genius. This in combination with the fairly significant over-consumption of alcohol I had celebrating the Canucks win in the second game of the final series, is making me extremely thoughtful....

When did I become such a whiner? I don't mean about things like midnight pruning and other extremely valid issues...I mean about all the stupid things I have recently rolled my eyes or scoffed at, complained about, made a face at?? Am I becoming a negative nelly? Have I sunk to the depths of being a debbie downer? This is potentially an emergency and I am officially banishing the following...
"only 30 more seconds Leah" *leah rolls her eyes while tossing her hair in complaint*
"I can't"
"5 more to go Leah - you're doing great" *Leah makes a guttural noise indicating that she is far too busy and upset to even acknowledge the fact that she has 5 more to go*
"Nooooo"
"seriously?"
"ya - that's not happening"
"I have to stop and tie my shoelace...yep again"
" I hate sugar boo hoo poor me"
"life's so hard when you're trying to lose weight - I'm for sure the only person in the world who is having this problem and it's so very very terrible"
"ummmm - if I do that my boob is for sure going to kill me or someone nearby"
"this is too hard"
"________ I think I actually might _______ you" (insert trainer and threat of choice)
"only 700 more times up and down these stairs before you drag the tire around Leah" *Leah glares over at her cheery and supportive IF trainer and drops the F-Bomb*

In all seriousness - I am so caught up in how hard this is that I think I am forgetting to fight my way through it. It is my choice to put food in my mouth, it is my choice to move my body or not, it is my choice to not leave enough time to get somewhere, it is my choice how I react to something....the choices are not easy and the outcomes are not easy - but they are still choices and I don't like the ones I'm making. Today I choose to put my big girl panties on and start taking some control.