Dear Diary,
Half a pound here, half a pound there. That's an OK way to lose, but not a good way to gain. It just sneaks up on you. Next thing you know, I'm fat again. Well, I'm currently fat, but I'm working on that. I'm not as fat as I used to be, but I'm a little fatter than I've recently been. Though an argument can be made that I'm gaining muscle, which is causing me to gain weight before I eventually lose it by burning fat. Whew... All of this back and forth is having a niggling effect on my psyche. Huh? I did not call you anything. And I most definitely didn't use the N word. Oh, I see what you mean. You're ignorant. And I don't mean like the more readily used variant of the N word. Actually I do, I'm just not calling you that. You're not ignorant alone. I'm obviously ignorant of how to keep losing weight. It doesn't seem to matter that I rode 20 miles on the exercise bike last night. Yes, I had Lomo Saltado for dinner last night. No, I don't know the calorie count. But I can tell you that I didn't eat all of the rice. There weren't too many fries either. All I'm saying is that I continue to do things that I think are OK and I keep going the wrong way. So I must be ignorant of what I really need to do to lose weight. Forget the fact that I lost 36 pounds already. This s**t is just annoying. By the way dips**t, that's what the word I used meant. Not a little N word as you suggested. But I do have an N-word for your dumb a**. Nincompoop. That's you. Now f*** off.
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