Woke up this morning feeling crappy as ever. Pulling the curtains to block any source of light that was coming in, I just wanted to stay in bed, as always. (which, in the past months have proven to be very toxic for me) I felt heavy and weighed myself. OMG. There's nothing like a weighing scale 4 days before you hit the beach to tell you you're fat. I can't help it, says my subconscious. Aging and a slower metabolism has done this to me! But I knew they were excuses and it's really a call to either shape up or ship out. For whatever it takes, I think I owe it to myself to actually look good and not "let go." (For crying out loud, letting go is for married women who forget!)
huff..puff.. maybe i'll walk home tonight. :p
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