Dear Diary,
I'm tired. Woke up at 5 something and did a little self evacuation before hitting the bike for an hour and a half. Rode for twenty two miles with the EBG. Got in a few minutes on the treadmill like TLO suggested before my beautiful boys crashed the party. I kept trying to tell Myles to stay back but the call of the treadmill was too much. I pulled the plug after going about half a mile up hill when the kid tried to hop on with me. Even though it got cut short, I got it in. I had to do it after yesterday. Had a big breakfast at the church in the morning. Plus cake. Had a big late lunch, early dinner yesterday. Plus cake. The good thing is it was from Rascals, so it was somewhat healthy. Huh? It was not decadent! It was decent. I can show you indecent if you want to keep questioning me. Now stop that s**t. Where was I? Oh yeah, decency. I got in a decent workout too. Hit the scale and got a good number. I'm happy with the day so far. And yes it is Father's Day. Oh. Thanks! You are a muthaf***a so I guess I should extend the same to you!
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