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What have I done today?
. discovered that the two pairs of very expensive magical man underpants i purchased aren't quite large enough to go over the rolling vistas of my hips, leading to what can only be described as "industrial-grade muffin top", which was precisely the thing they were intended to prevent. as i have lost, and then gained back again, about 700g in two days, i am uncertain as to whether i am going to continue shrinking at any kind of pace that would make wearing them practical but i remain hopeful that some day i'll actually be able to put them on.
. tried and failed to go for a run due to the following:
- having not had breakfast. i don't know when or if it is going to sink in for me that i need eat before my body will do anything remotely strenuous and that i am not in actual fact capable of subsisting entirely on hatred
- wearing underpants which have become too big for me and were therefore constantly falling down, meaning that every few steps was dogged by the likelihood of not being able to run any further due to intense pants-around-knees situation
- wearing the newly-arrived tri-top binder which is very effective but as a consequence not at all suited to exercise because apparently you need to take in a lot of oxygen while doing that
. walked through regents park being fucking cold
. had expensive tea at a frivolous cafe in a posh cheese shop where my girlfriend purchased the most revolting-smelling cheeses she could find
what will I do tomorrow?
. visit my shrink and see if i can be more pretentious and arrogant than last week or whether dr b has told him about the crying incident in the bloody waiting room (i'd been awake for >30 hours so fuck off) and i'm going to have to endure an hour of being asked about why that happened
. inflict myself upon ruthi in the evening in order to a) see ruthi and b) watch cucumber which i can't do at home because samsung still haven't returned our fucking tv
. hopefully something productive but i'm not holding my breath
. discovered that the two pairs of very expensive magical man underpants i purchased aren't quite large enough to go over the rolling vistas of my hips, leading to what can only be described as "industrial-grade muffin top", which was precisely the thing they were intended to prevent. as i have lost, and then gained back again, about 700g in two days, i am uncertain as to whether i am going to continue shrinking at any kind of pace that would make wearing them practical but i remain hopeful that some day i'll actually be able to put them on.
. tried and failed to go for a run due to the following:
- having not had breakfast. i don't know when or if it is going to sink in for me that i need eat before my body will do anything remotely strenuous and that i am not in actual fact capable of subsisting entirely on hatred
- wearing underpants which have become too big for me and were therefore constantly falling down, meaning that every few steps was dogged by the likelihood of not being able to run any further due to intense pants-around-knees situation
- wearing the newly-arrived tri-top binder which is very effective but as a consequence not at all suited to exercise because apparently you need to take in a lot of oxygen while doing that
. walked through regents park being fucking cold
. had expensive tea at a frivolous cafe in a posh cheese shop where my girlfriend purchased the most revolting-smelling cheeses she could find
what will I do tomorrow?
. visit my shrink and see if i can be more pretentious and arrogant than last week or whether dr b has told him about the crying incident in the bloody waiting room (i'd been awake for >30 hours so fuck off) and i'm going to have to endure an hour of being asked about why that happened
. inflict myself upon ruthi in the evening in order to a) see ruthi and b) watch cucumber which i can't do at home because samsung still haven't returned our fucking tv
. hopefully something productive but i'm not holding my breath