So today is day #1 on my FML, lets be healthy, fit or die, life-altering, masochistic... I forgot where I was going with this... Anyway, I tried running. Tried. ... Ruunninnngggg...... It was terrible. I felt better when I was sitting on the couch eating straight butter with a full pack of cigs in my mouth. Really!!!! You CANNOT tell me that heavy breathing, fast heart rate, pain in my legs and my side, and intense sweating, will make me 'better'. In NORMAL situations 4 out of 5 of those would get you an ambulance to the nearest ER.
Who was the first person to say "oh man, I'm getting too fat, and technology had reduced the amount of manual labor I have to do.... I know! I will CREATE meaningless manual labor! Hey everyone! I solved the worlds biggest problem!" ...
Tomorrow, I'm going to be walking like I have a bum full of fiberglass, and legs made of cement. My whole body will be protesting the torture I had put it through and you know what I'm going to do ??? I'm gonna do it again !!!
Wish me luck!!! >:(
