For a sports physical. Same ol’ boring stuff. They weighed me, like they always do. At first I closed my eyes. I was afraid to know. I dared to open them. Down 5. Surprise. I don’t count it though. I haven’t been running. I attribute my weightloss to muscle loss. My legs just feel less toned. I’m going on a nice run tomorrow. I think I’ll run on the track at the gym. It’s already 80 outside at 6 AM. Last time I chanced to run outside…I think on thursday, I ended up making myself sick. I guess I was a bit more dehydrated than I had originally thought. You know what sucks? Imagine this…you’re at least 2 miles away from your house. You’ve already been running for half an hour. It’s so hot and humid outside, it feels like you’re breathing in steam. But what’s that? That thing over there…Could it be? It is! It’s a sprinkler! A glorious sprinkler spouting cool, refreshing water. If I could just run a little faster to get there…sprint! Sprint damn it! The water is waiting for you! Then right before you get there…you watch those little fuckers sink back into the ground. What a bitch. I was pretty much on the side of the road, dry heaving. Drink your water kids. Those sprinklers don’t wait for nobody.
I’ve been neglecting this blog. I’ve failed at the SGD. Whatever. I really have no energy to give a damn. Maybe I’ll take another stab at it eventually. I think I’ll just continue going about weight loss my way. I only do well with constraints for a short time. I’m impatient, I guess. I’m not usually, about most things. Weight loss is just one thing I don’t want to wait for. Ironically, it’s the thing taking the longest in my life.
you just lost a pound & someone brings home fast food
and then it sits there taunting you
then you give in
then you realize what you did
then you get on the scales the next morning & you gained back 2 pounds.