My body, my temple!
During the past year I feel like I've started to get a much better self-esteem, especially when I look in the mirror. Sometimes I like what I see, unlike before so I hated everything I saw. About a year ago was the mirror that object in the home I ran past, the fat sod who had no respect for their own temple hid behind big clothes and thought everything was fine .. I only now beginning to see how much joy you have of keeping their temple capable. I call the body a temple day because it is the only thing I believe in. I have got this body to live in, I have to protect dizimag and preserve it. Faith is a big word, there are many of us who believe, but I know. I know that unhealthy food is killing me, I know that a lack of training gives me a limp and unhappy body, I know that my temple is due if I do not take care of it. Anyway, I ate a frozen pizza yesterday, drank a bottle of wine and watched TV all night. I moved me little, as long as we do not count the trips to the refrigerator to get more white wine and I feel fat today. I'm 22 pounds lighter than when I started on this journey, and yet I feel fat. Call me a pig, I feel like one.
Ten years ago I weighed as much as I do today, 103 kg. Not so far to the magic under a hundred dizimag border, to my dear I'm looking forward. I look forward so much that the last month I have "forgotten" to eat healthy .. I fear that I have laid upon me a kilo, I fear that Helene from Livskraft going to shake his head and scratch throughout sponsor our agreement. I have trained well, but eaten bad .. So bad that I have not brought food diary. It's a hell keeping a food journal .... Imagine having to log every little antics. A milk roll before it in the book. A bowl before it in the book. A cola, before the book .. Everything is recognized in the damn book .. I have begun to hate the book, although I like the results. Is this what a lifestyle change entail? To dislike large parts of their everyday life, let go of all that is good and think about every time you fancy something. Thinking not slim people like me, there is something wrong in my head? To summarize briefly how I think about the day so I think thru McDonaldds looks good, and I hate McDonalds. I drive past burger tavern every day and the yellow m'en has a mesmerizing effect on me. Every day in the last month I have been a step closer dizimag to stop the damn fast sjappa but I do not. Fortunately, I am still aware of my own choice, aware that every action has a consequence. Misunderstand me right, I've done plenty of crazy things in life but anyway always dizimag been conscious that every action involves dizimag a consequence. Except when it comes to food and lifestyle then .. The important things in life. Why is it so damn hard to eat healthy, why is the fattest food the best?
My body is my temple stems from one or other text in the Bible. Those of you who know me know that I'm not a believer, I am a supporter of evolution. If you look at my body and its maturity in the last ten years I have had my own evolution and the last year I have rebelled. I have led a revolution against fat! And now is the result on the way. I'm dizimag thinner, better fit in fine pants and petty depressed .. In the call bullshit! Slender Experts can kiss my # % &!
It's called a lighter life, well it will only count in kilos. dizimag Inside, the same sod as always. I walk around and fancy everything dizimag that is bad for me, destructive thoughts about how food destroys this "operation". Can someone tell me why I should live so? Honestly, some days are not worth the price premium. But then you come to the days where you meet old friends and hear how thin one has become. It's fun and happens more often than expected. It makes everything I've written about until now disappear like smoke. Quite strange, to feel like a slave to a slim hysteria and their concomitant love what those around me say about the results. Hehe, that damn self esteem! It is destructive and can trace a drop an afterthought and two. Anyway, towards the end of the day I fornød with Temple mine. There I was not last year.
During the past year I feel like I've started to get a much better self-esteem, especially when I look in the mirror. Sometimes I like what I see, unlike before so I hated everything I saw. About a year ago was the mirror that object in the home I ran past, the fat sod who had no respect for their own temple hid behind big clothes and thought everything was fine .. I only now beginning to see how much joy you have of keeping their temple capable. I call the body a temple day because it is the only thing I believe in. I have got this body to live in, I have to protect dizimag and preserve it. Faith is a big word, there are many of us who believe, but I know. I know that unhealthy food is killing me, I know that a lack of training gives me a limp and unhappy body, I know that my temple is due if I do not take care of it. Anyway, I ate a frozen pizza yesterday, drank a bottle of wine and watched TV all night. I moved me little, as long as we do not count the trips to the refrigerator to get more white wine and I feel fat today. I'm 22 pounds lighter than when I started on this journey, and yet I feel fat. Call me a pig, I feel like one.
Ten years ago I weighed as much as I do today, 103 kg. Not so far to the magic under a hundred dizimag border, to my dear I'm looking forward. I look forward so much that the last month I have "forgotten" to eat healthy .. I fear that I have laid upon me a kilo, I fear that Helene from Livskraft going to shake his head and scratch throughout sponsor our agreement. I have trained well, but eaten bad .. So bad that I have not brought food diary. It's a hell keeping a food journal .... Imagine having to log every little antics. A milk roll before it in the book. A bowl before it in the book. A cola, before the book .. Everything is recognized in the damn book .. I have begun to hate the book, although I like the results. Is this what a lifestyle change entail? To dislike large parts of their everyday life, let go of all that is good and think about every time you fancy something. Thinking not slim people like me, there is something wrong in my head? To summarize briefly how I think about the day so I think thru McDonaldds looks good, and I hate McDonalds. I drive past burger tavern every day and the yellow m'en has a mesmerizing effect on me. Every day in the last month I have been a step closer dizimag to stop the damn fast sjappa but I do not. Fortunately, I am still aware of my own choice, aware that every action has a consequence. Misunderstand me right, I've done plenty of crazy things in life but anyway always dizimag been conscious that every action involves dizimag a consequence. Except when it comes to food and lifestyle then .. The important things in life. Why is it so damn hard to eat healthy, why is the fattest food the best?
My body is my temple stems from one or other text in the Bible. Those of you who know me know that I'm not a believer, I am a supporter of evolution. If you look at my body and its maturity in the last ten years I have had my own evolution and the last year I have rebelled. I have led a revolution against fat! And now is the result on the way. I'm dizimag thinner, better fit in fine pants and petty depressed .. In the call bullshit! Slender Experts can kiss my # % &!
It's called a lighter life, well it will only count in kilos. dizimag Inside, the same sod as always. I walk around and fancy everything dizimag that is bad for me, destructive thoughts about how food destroys this "operation". Can someone tell me why I should live so? Honestly, some days are not worth the price premium. But then you come to the days where you meet old friends and hear how thin one has become. It's fun and happens more often than expected. It makes everything I've written about until now disappear like smoke. Quite strange, to feel like a slave to a slim hysteria and their concomitant love what those around me say about the results. Hehe, that damn self esteem! It is destructive and can trace a drop an afterthought and two. Anyway, towards the end of the day I fornød with Temple mine. There I was not last year.
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