skinny little bitch

you know what? taylor schilling is a pain in my ass. she's skinny and tall and gorgeous, and it makes me mad. every time i want to eat something bad, or skip a day of exercise, there she is, pointing that skinny finger of hers at me. "you wanna be a fatty all your life?" she asks, doing that adorable rapid blinking thing that she does.


curses. how can i slack off when those cute dimples are staring me in the face? dimples. i used to sort of have dimples, back before i got fat.

but i digress.

do you know how many pounds i lost last week? zip. that's right. i slacked off with my exercising, and i lost nothing. i'm irritated. i've been so good the past three weeks, eating salads for lunch, and rice and veggies for dinner. no chips, no cheese, no ice cream, no donuts, no cheating. and i got nothing for it last week. oh well. now that my wife is back, the exercising has resumed. and i've been better about eating, too. let's hope it pays off this week.

you can back off now, taylor. i'm back on track.