I've been running for a week now, and I have yet to lose one pound.
Why the fuck am I even doing this. I come back from my run exhausted, and to a certain extent embarrassed because of how much I suck at running, and still have nothing to show for it.
Fuck the world fuck everything. I thought I was starting to exercise to feel better about myself.
Not to wake up stand on the scale and feel like a piece of shit for the rest of the day.
I now this is melodramatic, but I might as well pull an Orson Wells and eat my fat ass to death.