Dear Diary,
Ok. One day down, the rest of my f**king life to go. Yesterday wasn't too tough. Huh? No. That's not some sort of code. The turkey wings were just fine. And don't start making jokes about the wings flying off the plate or I'll... Wow. You really did that huh? Well let me tell you what I did. More house crap. But that house crap included getting my weight bench set up. Huh? Of course not. Who had the time to lift weights after all that. I'm headed in the right direction though. B***h.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
November 12, 246.6 lbs
Dear Diary,
What's up? Guess what I don't care. It's still all about me. The problem is there is a lot more of me than when we last spoke. I've been on a bad path for a while. I think it goes back to us putting our house on the market and me focusing on moving and finding a new place. Then we sold the house, bought a new one and moved. Then my focus was on getting settled in. Surprisingly at that point my focus was on anything but me. I had my family and their comfort to worry about. I didn't have time to worry about me being comforted by food and junk. I could always workout is what I told myself. I just never did it. Things had changed from what they were just a few months before. My address. My good habits. My weight. My scale. Huh? Yeah f**k him. He's been replaced. You better watch your a** cause you could be next. What didn't change is my boy telling the truth. Just the other day he said he wanted to be fat when he got older. It didn't take a lot to figure out that he was saying he wanted to be like me. Huh? No a** hole. That's not sweet. It's a damned shame. My kid should want to be chiseled and smart and good looking like his dad. Hold on! Don't you f**king interrupt me unless you're gonna say I've got 2 of the 3 down. Oh. So now you have nothing to say huh?
What's up? Guess what I don't care. It's still all about me. The problem is there is a lot more of me than when we last spoke. I've been on a bad path for a while. I think it goes back to us putting our house on the market and me focusing on moving and finding a new place. Then we sold the house, bought a new one and moved. Then my focus was on getting settled in. Surprisingly at that point my focus was on anything but me. I had my family and their comfort to worry about. I didn't have time to worry about me being comforted by food and junk. I could always workout is what I told myself. I just never did it. Things had changed from what they were just a few months before. My address. My good habits. My weight. My scale. Huh? Yeah f**k him. He's been replaced. You better watch your a** cause you could be next. What didn't change is my boy telling the truth. Just the other day he said he wanted to be fat when he got older. It didn't take a lot to figure out that he was saying he wanted to be like me. Huh? No a** hole. That's not sweet. It's a damned shame. My kid should want to be chiseled and smart and good looking like his dad. Hold on! Don't you f**king interrupt me unless you're gonna say I've got 2 of the 3 down. Oh. So now you have nothing to say huh?
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