2005-02-11 - 1:42 p.m.
eternal battle of the fatty mind
Well, I went to the gym again yesterday. Amazing. I was rewarded for my efforts by gaining a pound this morning. Whatever, what else is new? I figure this is the punishment for continuing to weigh myself every day. Hopefully the damn pound will go away before Tuesday.
The weekend is here. I hate the weekend because diet-wise, either you do well and you’re a hermit, you go out with your friends and fuck up, or you go out with your friends and you get to play the role of Lara Flynn Boyle and give the diet responses to everything. It’s not that I’m pissed when I have to decline fatty things…I just hate the awkwardness of the situation, and I hate calling attention to the fact that I’m on a diet (“lifestyle change”). My friends are always asking why I’m not drinking or eating the cheese explosion nachos with extra lard. Sometimes I just give in out of sheer convenience, rather than lust for fatty food. Must work on this.
I always feel like a loser going to the gym on Fridays, but the plus side is that there are always less people…so I don’t have to have rubber-suit-guy sweating on me by the treadmills and I don’t have to club somebody to get on an elliptical. I’m still debating whether or not to go.
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