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Soften? Why?
They Circle Intense workout today at the new gym (cardio and upper body). The boys circled and I scowled, turned up the walkman (The Rolling Stones' Forty Licks Disc Two), did my workout, left. The demons circled. I ate a yogurt, two apples, a banana. Milk and fruit sugar instead of processed sugar. I ate raisins. Dried fruit sugar instead of processed sugar. I ate vegetables and soy protein and some popcorn. I still ate, but I did not get crazy. I journalled my intake and the shit that influences the intake, and I drank a reasonable amount of caffeine containing stuff (a single pot of coffee and only one grande Americano) and an unreasonable amount of water (a gallon and a half and counting). Soften I read food blogs and resented the universe for not making me some genki french twenty-something. I resented the universe like hell. I wrote "soften" on my hand and spent all day hiding it from others. My mind is unable to force my mind to do its bidding. This is a real dilemma. I'd laugh if it weren't so damned funny.
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