I’ve been gaining weight for the past month and a half, ever since I stopped going to the gym. Bad. Bad. Bad. I used to feel so good about myself when going to the gym 3 times per week. I felt alive. Not to imply that I now feel dead, but I do feel like semiconscious mush. Remember that black goo that cloned people on Star Trek: TNG? That is SO me right now—black cloning goo.
I’m toying with the idea of going back to the gym. I still have my membership. I can’t tomorrow because of the supper, but perhaps Wednesday.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Probably.
Most likely.
DEFINITELY.
