Out of nowhere I stopped working out and then I got depressed as fuck. I pretty much became the sad looking bubble in that Zoloft commercial. I didn’t want to do anything, and was really in a shitty mood most of the time. I was contemplating bout quitting my job, and other retarded shit.
Anyways I started working out again this week and I’ve been feeling great. This fucking leaves me no option of quitting cause I don’t ever want to be put back in that depression mode, ever. Oh and breaking 2 chairs within 2 weeks kind of helps to put things in perspective on how being obese sucks. Let’s fucking go!