Dear Diary,
I've taken to walking to help get rid of the dead weight. Huh? I said nothing about the walking dead. And don't go there. With the recent news out of Miami I'm starting to fear that the zombie apocalypse is upon us. So of course there is no better reason to get in shape. The fat guys always get eaten by the zombies. And thats why I avoided the sweets that littered my office yesterday. F***ing Panera Bread everywhere. I need to be sleek to get away from the geeks. To that end I walked 3 miles last night and rode the exercise bike for 10 miles this morning. I'm trying to get it together before the world falls to pieces, like my half dead scale. Huh? Naw, you don't think...
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