Diary of a Fitness Fiend

Some days, ugh.

Some days, poop.

Some days, just shoot me.

Some days, why am I doing this again?

Some days I just think to myself all day long, what the hell am I doing this for? Why am I doing this to my body? Why am I using my time for this?

After driving to the gym on auto-pilot, definintely sore and  tight from the previous days workout, I sat in my car with the ac on thinking, ugh, I do NOT want to do this. Some days I am on my game and some days I hate it.

Then as I’m headed in to the gym I see this beautiful, tall, thin blonde girl going in with her boyfriend. Ugh! 1) she has her boyfriend, i’m jealous. 2) she has a workout partner… i need one 3) she tall and thin and gorgeous and she’s fully decked out in lululemon. here I am, bummed, my bf is 3 hours away, I’m fat and Im’ wearing cut yoga pants from 3 years ago and a wife beater, awesome.

So I went in and half assed my way through the workout. I mean, my weights were still heavy but my mind was NOT there at all. I just kept thinking - I’m fat, I’m thick and I want to look like her.

Why am I doing this bodybuilding thing? Why don’t I just eat salad and do 3 hours of cardio a day? Then I can be that thin, picture perfect woman.

To help my misery I got some sushi and a handful of choc covered cherries for my post workout meal. Don’t worry, it still fit into my macros.

Blah.