Die It

 

I’m trying to blog rn but Talia is doing some sort of 7 minute work out directly next to me so the whole room is shaking and I’m just sitting on my laptop trying to act cool about the whole thing but I’m twitchy as fuck cos I have eaten like nothing today but this diet is my everything rn cos even co-workers are now noticing that I’ve lost weight and I need to keep riding that high. Do you know how good it feels to find something you ditched cos it was way too small and then fit into it. It feels amazing. Even if it’s actually some really shitty T-shirt (Not from this brand of course) that you clearly ditched for other reasons you push through cos your arms look fire. No but for real the sacrifice is so real I’m making spaghetti bolognaise tonight and swapping the pasta for zucchini how fucked is that. Aha Talia is making loud breathing noises I can’t even keep blogging anymore it sounds like a train is slowly breaking down next to me. But for real dieting is fucked. And so is City Rail. I know they’re called Sydney Trains now but nah fuck City Rail.

 

– Lonely Kids Club