Dear Diary,
What's up b***h? Huh? Oh. Its me. Mike. Don't try to get all brand new on me. You know who the f*** I am. Uh, yeah. I've been gone for a minute. Two weeks to be exact. Yeah, I could have called but I was busy. I wish I could say that I did something worthwhile with my time, but I don't think its true. Mostly its been a blur of Call of Duty, Turkey, Sweet Potato pie and the random workout. I used to look forward to the workout to close out the day. I still look forward to it, but I don't make sure that I get it in. Its no longer the priority that it was. Kinda like your punk a**. I figured that I could do this without you since I had run into a wall. I was gonna come back and tell you of all of the wonderful things I did without you and how I didn't need your help to meet my goals. The truth is I didn't do much and I do need your help. As worthless as it is. Sometimes bouncing s**t off of you is a good thing. I'll get an epiphany like House every once in a while and get something I need to solve my problem and keep it pushing. Its not your fault that I stopped pushing when I hit the wall. Its not your fault the wall is there. F***, its not even your fault that I can't find my way around it. Its also not your fault that I decided to eat cake and sit on my fat a** while I was waiting for the wall to disappear.. Huh? Ok fine lots of cake. I figure today was emblematic of my recent dilemmas. I had fruit and coffee for breakfast. No big deal there. But for lunch I had a big f***in hunk of carrot cake after eating a salad and some salmon. And before you get started, there were lots of carrots in there. I'd honestly say that I got a days worth of vegetables in there, but it was still a stupid thing to do. So I'm just not gonna do it tomorrow. But I'm not gonna lie. It'll be hard. Its the small f*** ups on an otherwise spotless day that seem to kill me. It probably wouldn't matter if I got my lazy a** on the bike, but I haven't. At least not as regularly as I had before. I feel like that fat guy inside of me is screwing me. Huh? Why would I have to say 'no homo' after that? I don't get it. Just let me finish. Damn. TLO is starting to get in little jabs about my inactivity and sweet tooth. Can't have that s**t, but the temptation to eat s**tty and do nothing to remedy it are really strong. I wish my desire to get past this bulls**t was that much stronger.
PS. It is.
PSS. All that s**t earlier was your fault. I f***ing hate you.
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