I have been missing in action. It’s mostly because I hired a trainer and a nutritionist and saw very minimal results as far as the scale goes. While photos indicated physical changes, the scale gave me a heart fuck you every time I stepped on it. I had given up bread, sweets, fried foods, and… Continue reading Fuck you thyroid
Dear Runner Whore, While I appreciate the fact that you typically serve as a marker that I’m 1/3 of the way through my workout with my trainer, I do not appreciate that you insist on taking my treadmill. Yes, I’m claiming the left treadmill as my own. Especially since I am there at 5:45a, and… Continue reading An Open Letter To the Bitch Who Steals My Treadmill
So I’ve been with the nutritionist for like a month now, and despite being imperfect and an alcoholic, my eating has gone through a dramatic change. So dramatic in fact that I ate a Thin Mint cookie – aka Gods gift to humans – and I spit it out because it was gross tasting to… Continue reading You Better Work Bitch
I did a thing where I finally sought out assistance to get my fucking eating under control. After a breakup you eat nothing, so you look great but combined with slowly starving yourself and drinking practically every night, your skin looks like shit. And worse than looking like a corpse, you feel like one. … Continue reading Yogurt is a FUCKING Scam
Holy shit. I’m sorry I’ve been totally fucking MIA. I have been a worthless piece of garbage wallowing in self pity, and even though the breakup I went through is still haunting me I am releasing being a do nothing loser. This is non productive. I am back on the wagon. I have hired a… Continue reading Fabletics – A Review
I’ve been avoiding working out because I was under the assumption that my constant elevated heartrate due to our president would be enough to keep me fit. But based on the way my pants fit after four days in Mexico, that is definitely not the case. Anyways after my very long day of driving, all… Continue reading Heartrate Elevation
I’m having a day where I feel fat. Let me backtrack. First and foremost, I don’t like the word fat. I don’t like when my friends use it to describe themselves. I don’t like when people use it to describe other people. And I generally try to avoid it when describing myself. It’s just one… Continue reading Whining. Like Winning, but Not.