I have been through this exact same situation before. I chose a topic which could not sustain my interest, I became scared of the amount of work and decided that saying "I'll do it tomorrow!" was acceptable, and then I started freaking out because of how much I have to do.
This time, I have, at least, done more work towards it than I had last time, but the question still needs to be asked - why do I never learn from my mistakes?
'Healthy Eating' isn't quite 'Homosexual Themes in the Victorian Gothic', and I don't have to write 13,000 words of referenced thesis, but it might as well be. I have reading, and resources, and 'justification' to do, and what am I doing? I'm updating my Livejournal complaining about it. Oh yes, the stupidity is strong with this one.
It's not just this either, it's everything. BAH!
My Star Trek calendar for April is interesting; 'Ensign Chekov [Walter Koenig] plots the course of the U.S.S Enterprise toward the long-dead planet Cheron. ["Let That Be Your Last Battlefield"]'
This of course, reminds me of one of my favourite Futurama scenes...
Walter Koenig: "When we woke up, we had these bodies."
Fry: "Say it in russian!"
Walter Koenig: "Hrrrmm. When we woke up we had these wodies."
Fry: "Wheeee, now say nuclear vessels."
Walter Koenig: "No!"
Hahaha. Right. Back at it.