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The arrival

Yayayay today is that TIME again and I'm so happy because these past 2 weeks I've been super emo and sluggish resulting in half hearted to no hearted gym sessions. Ive also wanted to punch everyone in the face. Especially at NYSC. Why are MOST of the trainers there such pompous assholesl!!?? (there are two nice ones - Rodney and John) Theyre rude, out of shape, give me dirty looks are inconsiderate and occupy 78% of an already crowded gym for "PT space." I pay membership - fuck you, your pseudo official space and your printed tshirt - I've got about five of those at home.

Anyway. It's a sore spot and really affects my workouts.

I'm working on "solitary mental fortitude."

Yeah I SAID I'm WORKING on it >:|.

Nutrition habits had been non habitual and more "eat anything I want, whenever because I'm always hungry."

Thank goooodododod.

Today I celebrated this grand arrival by hopping onto the stair master with a 15lb weight on each shoulder for 10 minutes. Then finished the last ten with 30 second heart stopping intervals.

Mental note - watermelon gum is a disgusting flavor when you're killing yourself in the gym. I feel sick. Blah.


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