so….fuck my chest hurting. I am literally getting fat. Yup, I’ve been sitting on my ass M-F all day at work, coming home and sitting on my ass some more and claiming it’s ok because my chest hurts. Bull-shit. I just weighed myself—holy fuckin shit. I had to prove to myself that it’s not my imagination (and I was really hoping it was just me, creating an illusion of having gained weight, but no). This is where, I thought I would NEVER be. And, for the first time in my life, I cannot, in any way, blame it even a tiny bit on muscle gain. Because, as previously stated, I have been sitting on my ass. I have about 62 excuses but there is no excuse. This is ab-so-fricken-lutely ridiculous.

So, I am going to go own the roads and run until I die. Or at least until I shed as much as possible in as short of time as possible. Not because it’s right but because it’s going to help me not freak out. Hopefully my chest holds up :

Sigh………