I successfully ran 13 miles (11 on elliptical on highhigh level and 2 on treadmill on highhigh elevation) and I ended up burning 1345 calories (woo!). I then worked and killed my feet doing so and now I’m sitting here and debating whether I should eat something else to prevent a full-fledged binge tomorrow.
I did eat some healthy eats and it took 29847% of my being to avoid meat. I’m going to try to eat less of that delicious shit to aid in my being-less-fat project.
In other news, I scraped off dead skin with a razor blade, and now my skin is spouting out in blood bubbles everywhere. Not so cute. BUT, I have less dead skin so that’s a plus. Itchy, though.
I have been in the worst mood and am still bloated up like a fugly meat pinata. The two are probably related. Definitely. Ohwellp. I haven’t posted shit on my nudie blog in ages because of how nastay I’ve become. Cheers to that.
I should probably stretch before I swig nyquil and call it a shit-bitchass day.
How you doin’?