Good afternoon Ladies, Gentlemen.
Wednesday is not a wedding day like you probably thought once. I 've started my weekly runner walk at park. Today is first time from a more than year break of Jog exercise which i've give up later. It was fucking shitty hard..
It was fucking hard to fucking run a fucking mile? why the fuck... for those who think i'm fucking lazy probably damn not so simple for those which doesn't have a fat parents in the past. My dad was fat.. and i'm suffering from the same level of genetic fatness exachange in my body.
I run the fucking mile after 1.5 years of break in sport routine exercise which i've done 3-4 times a day.. for almost 2 hours.
How do i feel... fucking awfull like shit fatty pinguin.. why.? huh cause if you're not fucking moving you get +10kg. every 4 month of staying at home..
Plus the long Russian winter and since November you probably stay at home.
ok.. let face the truth - i weight fucking 91kg. maybe more...
how you can get rid of 'em and stop eating sweets and became healthy and happy? No.. there's no fucking chance to do it...
You've got fucking run again 3-4times a week.. no sweets, no fucking bread, no pasta, no pizza, no fucking joy..
Good bitter fucking truth.. ehhh
Society is mess, People are selfish and fucking greedy, no one is going to give a hand.
You need consolidation again.. and fight with reality..