To Give a Damn or To Not Give a Damn...?

I busted my ass off at work today since I skipped out on the gym this morning, which btw I am never doing again. I thought to myself this morning, "Hey, I think I could really use the day off from working out. I'll just relax around the house until I have to leave for work." What a snore bore that was!! I kept glancing at the clock thinking hours had passed when it had only been minutes. I was soooooo BORED!

I've learned my lesson, I'm going to the gym every weekday morning whether I think I need or don't need the morning off. I'm saving my sanity.

Tomorrow after work I think I'll do a 15 mile bike ride on the Centennial Trail to work off the pasta I just ate...whoops. I would purge it up, but yesterday I did more than my fair share and my stomach was none too happy today.

Oddly enough I don't really care that I ate the pasta. I mean I feel plenty guilty about it, but it wasn't accompanied by a strong desire to purge. I felt rather indifferent to the whole situation. Tomorrow when I look at the scale it will probably produce a far more different reaction. A reaction filled with panic, depression, horrid guilt, and anger. But this is now and right now I don't give a damn.

Ok I do sorta give a damn...fast tomorrow. Blargh! Damn you Ed!