WARNING: THIS POST WILL CONTAIN AN IMAGE WITH GRUESOME DETAILS THAT MUGHT BE CONSIDERED OFFENSIVE TO SOME PEOPLE*.
*Then again, anyone can find anything offensive at anytime. Fuck Twitter. And Snapchat.
I managed to go to the gym, but I wasn’t able to perform. That’s exactly what I said. I was exhausted and fatigued, but I still got on the treadmill and … walked. I brisk walked for 30mins.
I told myself it’s ok to be tired after an 11 days nonstop routine, so I patted myself on the back and hit the shower.
Alas, I binged. I’m currently stuffed – I can’t believe I use to do this everyday day for over a year. However, I still have the audacity to say: I went to the gym for 12 consecutive days. A dozen days of exercising.
As the result of growth, chastising and self-punishing myself for doing absolutely nothing wrong is out of the picture. So what I binged? It’s done. Now I have a choice: repeat or not?
We all know the famous Shakespearean line: “To binge or not to binge. That’s the choice.”
On a completely different note, here’s a photo of the crime I committed today. I murdered someone for breaking into my room. You will notice the broken neck.
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