I’ve been a bad boy

The past few days, I’ve been a bad boy.

Last night, I attended a wedding. It was a Chinese lauriat. I ate.

The night before that, I ate at Mr. Choi’s and had a beef brisket rice topping meal. Then a Dairy Queen Blizzard.

The night before the night before that, I had a McDonald’s hot fudge sundae.

When I weighed myself this morning, I was back at 96 kilos. Damn it.

So I did my lower body exercises, had a late breakfast and a light lunch. Tonight, I hope to have a salad. Tomorrow morning, I run.

You fall off the horse, you run after it and jump back on. No one wins the race by crying over spilled – then subsequently sipped-up – milk.

I will not fail. I will not let myself.