Needless to say, I fell off the wagon again. Blech. This is why there are so many fat asses in America – losing weight is hard.
Anyway, I think I might be guilted into taking at least 1 flight of stairs at work. I can take the elevator to the 3rd floor and then walk up the fourth. That’s no problem at all. I should start parking farther away too. I need to lose weight. I can feel it in my knees when I’m coming down the stairs. If I keep gaining weight I might seriously be heading for a wheelchair. If I could just knock some fucking sense into myself I might have a chance.
I should make sure I stick to my walking program too. I went for 4 days and flaked. God! I need to learn fucking discipline. Sometimes I wish I had a harsher childhood and had been forced to do things I didn’t want to. Maybe it would have taught me something. I wouldn’t be such a sloth now.
And I need to stop buying crap food. Krispy Kreme I’m looking at you. Shame on you for placing your tasty products in Meijer. Take your icing coated delicacies back to the kitchen! Tempt me not!