Dear Diary,
Ever since I came back from Chicago, I've been having some problems with the scale. To be specific, its showing numbers that I don't like. Huh? Yeah a**, just like my bank account numbers. I am working on getting to two commas and I'm still pretty far away. Just like I'm pretty far away from my weight goal. Can't say that I even know what it is anymore. I just know it ain't this, so I decided to do something different. Kinda like what got me talking to your punk a** in the first place. I'm taking it back to basics. Ha ha hell naw. I'm not going Paleo. That s**t is basically dumb. Cavemen were fat and are dead. I'll be too if I keep stuffing myself full of delicious ribs and steaks and such. I'm gonna cut out red meat for a while again. And bread. And be a part time vegetarian. Did it yesterday. No meat. Had a veggie burrito from chipotle that had me feeling like a f**king hippie. Then you know what happened? I gained weight. I know what you're thinking and you're right. This is such bulls**t. Oh. You were gonna say that it took more than a day of eating that way to become fat, it'll take more than a day to lose the weight? Thats a great point. I need to do something different AND be patient enough to see results. But, and this is a big but... F**k you Captain Caveman.
PS. Keep the big but joke to yourself
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