Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Why are you here?!
Why are you looking at my blog :(
A Chock Full of Obesity & Unhealthiness
Oh dear, I have gained weight.
I just ate a whole cake ;(
I had two Boost for free :(
I ate an entire packet of French Fries yesterday
I ate an entire packet of Twix on Saturday
I ate an entire meatball subway that day too
I ate 2L of ice cream the week before
and three 1L tubs of yoghurt.
I'm fat :( And it's showing.
Time to lose some weight.
(I deleted the last part because it was stupid. I feel stupid. Who cares? I don't.) 1/4/12
I just ate a whole cake ;(
I had two Boost for free :(
I ate an entire packet of French Fries yesterday
I ate an entire packet of Twix on Saturday
I ate an entire meatball subway that day too
I ate 2L of ice cream the week before
and three 1L tubs of yoghurt.
I'm fat :( And it's showing.
Time to lose some weight.
(I deleted the last part because it was stupid. I feel stupid. Who cares? I don't.) 1/4/12
Saturday, March 17, 2012
On The Other Side
I think I should bring some positivity here! It's been too stormy as of late.
Clean Up Day ran without a hitch - it passed with a surreal smoothness that doesn't normally arrive with new projects. 130 participants, 130 certificates, 130 sheets of paper. Sigh.
I wish I could restart Bikram Yoga again. I really don't like that easing-in phase when you begin (again) because it's so painful and I have such high expectations of my body. But afterwards, it's just smooth sailing.
And I've discovered I can't write to save my life! It's rather sad, how my mind is just like a piece of BLANK crumpled paper. I have no inspiration, and because of the creases, I can't add anything. So it's just some never - ending, thoughtless and highly frustrating cycle of.. emptiness.
Oh, that wasn't positive at all. But it's better than writing about that bastard right?
This is so disjointed...
Clean Up Day ran without a hitch - it passed with a surreal smoothness that doesn't normally arrive with new projects. 130 participants, 130 certificates, 130 sheets of paper. Sigh.
I wish I could restart Bikram Yoga again. I really don't like that easing-in phase when you begin (again) because it's so painful and I have such high expectations of my body. But afterwards, it's just smooth sailing.
And I've discovered I can't write to save my life! It's rather sad, how my mind is just like a piece of BLANK crumpled paper. I have no inspiration, and because of the creases, I can't add anything. So it's just some never - ending, thoughtless and highly frustrating cycle of.. emptiness.
Oh, that wasn't positive at all. But it's better than writing about that bastard right?
This is so disjointed...
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