First of all I'd like to say "Fuck You" to June.
Fucking month stole 30 days from my summer with shitty weather all month long. Glad you're dead.
I exercised 20 days in June. Not exceptional, not bad.
Weight Loss: ZERO. I didn't lose weight, I didn't gain weight.
Two months in a row I did not lose weight. I have hit the proverbial brick wall.
I will be existing on a diet of cottage cheese, air, and water in July. I weigh 184 pounds. This is not stasis. It is sloth. I am still a fat man. You should see me with my shirt off. On second thought, you do not want to see me with my shirt off. Disgusting.
If I walked into a 7-Eleven on a hot July day to get my hands on a Summertime Citrus Slurpee, followed by a petty criminal there to rob the store - and he commanded all the customers to take their clothes off so they would be less likely to follow him out of the store - I would say "Just shoot me. Fucking shoot me and get it over with. I am not taking my clothes off."
I am going to kick ass in July so much that awards will be awarded.
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