I’m in bed, letting a YouTube video play in the background.
I’ve just finished scrubbing the bathtub until it sparkles, in anticipation of my mom coming up for a graduation in a few days.
But you know what sucks? The idea that I have to sacrifice this “me time” I’m having right now to get in better shape.
I’ve managed to decide that getting in shape is not just good for dating, but good for me, so I’m committed to the goal, I’m thinking about it, making workout plans, but the idea that I have to sacrifice this little slice of heaven so I can feel better about my body… that sucks.
I’ve gotten down to one meal a day, I’ve gotten down to high protein meals and a few calories a day, but it all isn’t enough. I need a bigger push, more than 20 minutes of exercise, and all that time I have to dedicate to it, is here, right now, as I sit and type, dreading the idea that the things I enjoy in life have to go away, one at a time, slowly, but surely…
It’s not all bad, maybe I’ll wake up for work or school earlier, and I can always catch up on my shows on the weekends…
But man, what a hassle…
Peace out party people in the place to be! ✌️