Not if you practice at failing, and get good at it. I can fail to get out of bed in the morning and feel fine about that. In fact, feeling OK about it was the key to getting over my depression.
I had a really nasty inner critic, that used to beat me up over every little failing I had. Hard to sleep at night when my inner critic was going over every aspect of the day and making sure I knew exactly how badly I'd done.
Accepting that I'm not a perfect human being was the key to getting over it. I will fail at things. A lot. It's OK. I'm not a perfect human being. Allowing myself to fail also allows me to experiment with things, to see what works, because it doesn't matter if I fail.
So yeah. I'd be snug in bed, reminded that I hadn't exercised, and stay there without a qualm. Life's too short to get that hung up on succeeding at every little thing.