Dear Friends,
Once again, I've become obsessed with weighing myself every morning! I still have 3.5 pounds to shed, but very little patience left.
8:05 - weight still up, went back to bed
10:30 - warmed up leftover vegetable soup, kept Mind busy
14:00 - just finished working out with the tall handsome, but "mean" trainer
I think, up till now, I had been fake-trained! I'm exhausted, but complacent. Nothing excites me more than rising up to a challenge. It must have something to do with my culture that underestimates women's strengths.
16:20 - dragged a dolled up, but insecure Vanity through the inconspicuous doors of Toronto Institute of Bartending
16:35 - the cost of feeling the restorative power of eccentricity — $$$!
Pushing certain boundaries is another exhilarating activity of mine. Once again, it must have something to do with my culture that narrowed my options to fit its mind.
Am I beating my upbringing over the head, a bit too hard, to justify the integrity of my new interest? Has a part of me already judged it "unbefitting?"
18:30 - two very tired and bruised feet walked all the way home, Body not feeling honoured
19:05 - boiled chicken breast, salad, pear
34 days left to meet our targets.
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