Sad is no excuse

Do you know what's it like to be actually losing fats then some shits turned up, making you at and eat and eat, non stop?

I thought running wasn't effective. I thought it didn't make any difference. I thought hard work from me was all just shit.

My teacher said I'm slimmer than last week. Well thank you. But you know what? After days of dieting, I'm losing it. I'm craving food too badly. Especially today.

I ate one whole fucking pringles. And then at least half pack of oreos. Can you count that calorie? That amount of sugar and carbs?
Fuck all that effort.

Because of being SAD! WHAT THE FUCK.
I ate uncontrollably, said weird shits DURING chemistry class,, and I skipped a day of running!!

Stop being so fucking mood swing.
I've died already. What else matters!? Nothing!
So now I just have to make whatever that's left worth living. I'll have to complete whatever target I set, that could be completed.

That includes living. And in order to do that, I'll have to forget that him. I'll have to forget he used to love me and all. And forget that I still want to fix us.

Targets:
Get good results. Tone well, and make my existence a change to this world.

And to start that, I can't afford to skip anymore runs. Aiming ten rounds.

Just ten!!! if I increase a round each month, then I should be able to reach that by end of the year.

If I increase ten seconds each week, I can do minutes of planking at the end of the year!

Do not fucking stop for someone. Do not fucking stop just because you're sad. Don't get the plan ruined. Don't do that anymore. 

The world won't stop and wait until the sentimental season is over. Because it's never over. I'll be in that state for almost at least fifteen years from now. But that's no reason to take a break. I'll do punishment sets tomorrow.

Punishment that I skipped today.

Yeah. Fuck you.