Dear Diary,
It's been a tough couple of days. Between funerals and birthday parties, fried chicken and birthday cake, I've put on a couple of lbs. I haven't worked out since Thursday. But I'm not worried. Still have the right mindset and I'm committed, so I'm good. But I'm not too good to remember what got me here. Discipline and a plan. I need to get back to that. I've already said no weakends off. Huh? I know I spelled it wrong. You dumb f***. Did it on purpose. Are you not creative at all? What did you get your mom for Mother's Day?A jar of perfume and a macaroni jewelry box. Tell me you're kidding!?! What are you, 4? That's weak. Oh yeah, back to me. Weekends. Happy a**hole? That's when I get weak. But I need that to end. Hence the name. Now it's time to turn it up. Not sure how yet, but since I'm down to my final episode of the Sons of Anarchy, it'll probably involve less time on the bike. Maybe. Maybe not. Peace out b***h. Tell your mom I said hello and I wish she never had you!
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