There's been a lot going on taking a toll on my emotions and how I feel about myself especially. I just walked in the house, after cleaning up my bedroom, waxing my face, and getting my laundry out of the washer and bringing it over to my mom's to dry, and I'm 100% winded, miserable, and hot. And it's frustrating. Beyond frustrating. I was talking to Liz this morning about how much I hate my weight, and I hate where I am, and we came down to the same conclusion. That obviously exercise works. Unfortunately, I become deterred because I hate exercise. If there was one thing in the world that I can truly say that I hate, I loathe, I dislike, I don't care for, etc. etc. etc. I feel less than motivated

Fuck this. I hate... you. Fuck you.