I’m considering jumping falling off the wagon. I didn’t get very much sleep last night and I want to nap very badly. I also have not eaten right today. Running may be an issue because I do not have the proper nutrition necessary to sustain that kind of fluid motion for very long. Oreo truffles and chocolate rice crispie buns aren’t something I consider, “Good runnin’ eats.”
Rest assured the less evil side of my brain knows this is all bullshit and will probably force me to go for a run anyway. I have tried to remind this part of my brain that laziness pays off NOW and people with “projects” and “challenges” have too much time on their hands and therefore no friends but it won’t listen. Apparently I have to go because, “The wagon is leaving and you’re not even on it! MOVE!”
Fucking hardass, it’s like being married … to myself.
“No one wants a fat wife,” is probably the most motivating thought the evil side of my brain has had all day. Great, it’s ganging up on me. Fine, I’ll go.
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