My Fitbit finally hit 10,000 steps in a day…as I was on my way back up to my apartment after retrieving my 9 p.m. dinner delivery from the pizza place.
Obviously I’d be a couple weeks late on a New Year’s resolution, but…*sigh* I’m a little tired of being fat.
So I joined a 60-day challenge group thing at my gym, and they weighed me, and…*sigh* Yeah.
So…*sigh* Fine. FINE!
I’m eating fruit, and you know what? Fuck fruit.
Honestly, I don’t mind fruit, but my brain is being a COMPLETE asshole about everything I’m doing. So fuck fruit. And fuck exercise, which I did last night, and it was a bunch of goddamn horseshit — all red-faced and sweaty, no orgasm to show for it. Just…WHY.
Also, fuck my Fitbit for being a judgy asshole. I’ll walk when I WANT to, you dick!
(I also have PMS, in case that wasn’t clear…)