Starting Point

I joined the gym again. After the stress of visiting a dying parent and the accompanying melancholy I decided that there was no reason to control what I ate at all. So now we've come to this:

2 April: 81.6 kg.

Those brownies and Wendy's burgers and chocolate-covered peanuts and anything else that found it's way into my stomach sure was worth it!

Now that I am paying for the gym I think I can coax myself into considering what the fuck I'm doing before I put that banana crepe or peanutbutter sandwich-thing into my mouth. Let's hope this works, I am not enjoying the tightness in my pants.