
2005-06-27 - 11:58 p.m.
fucking up is a bitch later
I'm alive, still trying to slug through this whole "getting back on track" bullshit. I swear, I will never veer so far from the path of points again. Ever.
Even though it was as hot as Africa outside today, I did my walk. Exercise is nice, because it gives me time to think. Also to plan out my screenplay. I just need to get back into the rhythm of going every single day. Going again tomorrow.
The only thing I can see standing in my way is the fact that I'm fucking broke right now. I can't afford the diet frou frou shit I usually can buy to help me. Therefore I'm on my own in my house, which is a den of temptation. Luckily I had some leftover diet provisions from like 3 months ago (sad). Let's just hope they last until payday.
Goal 1: 10 pounds.
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