Dear Body,
I just had to let you know today that I hate you. I shouldnt, you've run pretty well all of these years, but I do. I love the soul within you, the person, but body, you can get fucked today. I work hard to take care of you. Harder then half of the fucking fit and skinny people I know. Fuck you. I had a stressful two weeks. I didnt cheat as much as I could have, and I was still loose Paleo. I only CrossFitted for two days a week instead of four. What did you do with that?
You upped your mass by eight pounds. Eight fucking pounds. You miserable bastard. I cant even have a few fucked up weeks without worrying about you turning on me too??? I fucking hate you right now. I feel ashamed. Ashamed that I allowed my self discipline to drop even a little. I was tired. Exhausted. Stupid body. You couldnt just give me that little bit of down time? Dont take this wrong. I dont hate me. I like me a lot. Right now, I just hate you. You betray me. You and stress. Apparently you and stress have a thing. I wish you would have let me know.
Well, enjoy your little rise while you can, because I'm back to whipping your ass. Apparently you have this sick thing where you only respond when I'm beating the crap out of you. So fuck off, and let the beatings commence.
