This feels like some sort of cruel joke. Kinda like groundhog day. I keep waking up to the same weight over and over again. I guess I keep doing the same thing too. Thing is, I thought I was getting smarter and working harder. Guess not. Consider this a rhetorical question, because I don't give a f*** about your opinion, but what would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered? That about sums it up for me. Or at least it feels like it for the last week or so. But thats ok. The reality is that if I don't lose another pound I'd be happy with what I did over these last 5 months. With that said, f*** reality. I want back into the land of s**t I couldn't imagine 5 months ago. I never thought I could really lose this weight, but I did. I'm now a believer. You on the other hand are still a hater. I would love to stay here and talk with you... but I'm not going to.
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