Letting Go

You know how some people will say they have really let themselves go and by that they mean they ate a cupcake while on their diet or haven't done laundry in over a week?

I envy those people. The gym and I have been having a rough patch and only see each other about once a week for half an hour. Other than that, I am now drinking soda in any flavor just to stay alive, pretzels are whats for dinner, I only wash my underwear because I think that's the only thing that matters, and now sleeping on the couch is no longer a novelty. It is a necessity.

Now you might be asking yourself, what does sleeping on a couch have to do with anything? Well, because I don't actually fit on my bed anymore.

So now you might be thinking "why don't you just dump it onto the floor?"

Well, because then, I won't actually be able to fit in my room, anymore.

Yeah. I remember someone once telling me that I was put together. I think I remember it so well because that was the only time it has ever happened.

On a lighter note, I have been slowly coming back. Today, I tried to see how many articles of clothing I could put away while brushing my teeth. It's a good idea, in theory. But unless I want to brush my teeth for 6 straight hours, I should probably come up with a different method.