Dear Diary,
Did you miss me? Well f*** you too a**hole. I didn't really miss you either. I just decided to take the weekend off from you. Wasn't really mad, just didn't feel like putting in the effort. I've been laying around reading books, watching football and doing nothing that would possibly help me lose weight. Not that I don't want to, but I'm trying to be careful. Huh? No, not with what I eat. Between Thursday night and yesterday I ate a whole sweet potato pie and multiple helpings of birthday cake. And to be honest the pie started on Thurday night and was done by early Friday. Mix in a few burritos, and some enchilada casserole and a whole lot of no exercise and the result is what was to be expected. A fatter me, but quite honestly not as fat as I thought I might get. My new frame of thinking will allow me to have the occasional dessert, but it won't let me go completely off the tracks. I end up making up for it by eating better in some other area. Or working out a little harder. But thats my problem right now. I can't workout hard at all. Here's to hoping my time of forced inactivity doesn't f*** me over for good. Huh? Well yeah I can do a light workout on the bike while watching TV... And? You know what? F*** you. I wasn't looking for a solution. Unless its something I could possibly drown you in. Let me know. Thanks.
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