First week: I lost four and a half pounds. Second week: one pound. This week, my goal is to exercise every day. Today I was so resistant to the idea of exercising that I bit Tom's head off. He didn't know what he'd done wrong. He hadn't done anything wrong, except he went down to the vending machines twice to buy candy. The first time he ate it in the basement. The second time he brought up fruit gummies which I hate.I'm sure he ate chocolate the first time.
I rode the exercise bike at ten o clock at night. Stupid stupid.
I've wasted more time in my life resisting the inevitable.
What do you resist?
