I suppose I always knew I'd end up back here.
The Bangkok trip ate up five days of my body improvement time. And I binged there too because I'm on holiday and so are the calories. Then I came back and binged some more. I have eaten enough flour to last some men a lifetime.
But waking up today was the most miserable thing I had to do. Walking to work was not therapeutic. I wounded up wondering if it's better to be sad and fat, or sad and skinny. And I guess it's time again for me to try for the latter.
I knew the good times couldn't last, but who knew the dark days would be here so soon again?
Back to nothing.
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