Life sucks when it ebbs and flows. One minute you're motivated and keen, the next you just can't give a fuck.
I'm currently in that "couldn't give a fucking shit" stage at the moment.
I had the day off so decided to go to the gym for a good session this afternoon.
I got changed and wandered around, did a pull-up and drank some water then ran for about 3 minutes. By now bored, I decided to shower and leave.
It didn't help that immediately after sloping out of the gym, I ran into someone with the most perfect arms ever, in the Waitrose next door...
Those are not just loaded guns - those are surface-to-air Katyusha rockets.
I thought of bribing him for a feel with one of the Muller yoghurts I had in my basket. I didn't see a girlfriend around so I wouldn't have upset some old ropey bird.
He had such a good body (from what I could tell) that I was little taken aback to find him in the bread section. Wheat, gluton, carbs etc.
Sometimes I look at very overweight people in the supermarket who're stacking their trolley and it always becomes obvious why they are the size they are. They will always have a ready-made cake in a box sitting on a sixpack of 2-litre diet Coke bottles.
Because if it says 'diet' it means that it makes you thinner. So that's why it's okay to drink twice as much.