Dear Self,
Kicking major ass at the gym, to the point of fatigue and soreness and tight legs, does NOT constitute a valid reason to stuff face with chips ahoy and doritos and whatever pasta and cheesy monstrosity was labelled "dinner" tonight.
Kindly get with the fucking program or the gargantuan walking lard lump so clearly seen in the gym's full mirrors will never go away.
Thanks for bingeing, moron.
Sincerely,
Self
ah that sucks hun. hopefully the working out and the eating cancelled each other out so you ended up with zero :)
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You tell yourself who's boss.
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I love notes to self, and don't worry you can work out twice or three times as hard tomorrow!!
ReplyDeleteill give you the stamps to send this to my self as well.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely said