101 days until summer you say?
That gives me 101 days to lose 60 pounds.. think i can do it? because i know i can do it.
I’m sick of getting upset at myself for not doing well enough, now i’m going to. I never work during the week anymore, that means that i have no excuse not to work out every day of the working week.
It’s March? Mad Fitness March. All month i am going to make the habit of going to the gym every day.
Junk food? fuck it. Fat? Fuck you.
I will be thin, i will be healthy. I don’t need that chocolate, i don’t care how badly i crave it, or those chips.
I will do it. If i lose 5 pounds a week i will meet that goal. fuck it, i might slip up, but i don’t even give one shit. i will do this whether it kills me or not.
cold shower, now i’m off to work. Why is it that i feel like i look the best when i go to work, yet i always think i look like crap going to school. the fuck?
realized i didn’t write anything yesterday..
so, i went to the gym and killed myself on the treadmill, my legs felt like lead and jelly, then i got the lady working there to show me some ab workouts and now it hurts when i laugh. So good time yesterday, but i ate popcorn with my movie last night D:
This morning all i’ve been doing is eating, probably because i’m stressed out because my teacher told my mom to ask to see my homework… and i didn’t bring it home and i just know she’s going to be livid tonight, and my math mark dropped again, so now i’m not passing that and i have a B in all of my other classes. Fuck school.
I work at 2, so i get to deal with another 8 hours of my boss bitching at me and i get to work with the new/old employee that is:
1. Creepy.
2. Rude
3. An asshole.
What a perfect day :/
