No rest for the wicked
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legolo
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Consecutive Days: 24
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(apparently I disabled my alarm last week. Oops...)
Weight: 110,7kg (no surprise there, after barely eating anything with taste for almost a month I might´ve gone a bit overboard with the snacks at DnD on saturday
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Workout: FL Day 24: 4 sets
GTBOT:
GUOT:
(apparently I disabled my alarm last week. Oops...)Weight: 110,7kg (no surprise there, after barely eating anything with taste for almost a month I might´ve gone a bit overboard with the snacks at DnD on saturday
)Workout: FL Day 24: 4 sets
legolo
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Kinda forgot to update the last days.
Tuesday:
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GUOT:
Weight: don´t know anymore
Workout: FL Day 25: 5 sets
Wednesday:
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Weight: can´t remember
Workout: FL Day 26: 5 sets
Tuesday:
GTBOT:
GUOT:
Weight: don´t know anymore
Workout: FL Day 25: 5 sets
Wednesday:
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Weight: can´t remember
Workout: FL Day 26: 5 sets
legolo
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Yes, yes. I know I´ve been AWOL a bit again. But with good reasons this time
Friday was the wedding of my best friend, haven´t slept Thursday night due to social anxiety (might just be general anxiety though, since it happens literally every single time the day before I have to do anything), didn´t sleep Friday night, since I can´t sleep anywhere other than my bed (I just lie there and wait for the night to be over so I can drive home) and haven´t really slept more than 5 hours a night since then, because summer is back and it´s f****ing hot.
Combine that with my monetary problems, relentlessly searching for work and the absolutely insane amount of cash my medical insurance demands and you get probably the worst week ever.
It´s gotten so bad that I actually go to the kitchen to eat slices of cheese, because cheese calms nerves. Honestly I feel like I need a week off from life. Or a month or so...
Friday was the wedding of my best friend, haven´t slept Thursday night due to social anxiety (might just be general anxiety though, since it happens literally every single time the day before I have to do anything), didn´t sleep Friday night, since I can´t sleep anywhere other than my bed (I just lie there and wait for the night to be over so I can drive home) and haven´t really slept more than 5 hours a night since then, because summer is back and it´s f****ing hot.
Combine that with my monetary problems, relentlessly searching for work and the absolutely insane amount of cash my medical insurance demands and you get probably the worst week ever.
It´s gotten so bad that I actually go to the kitchen to eat slices of cheese, because cheese calms nerves. Honestly I feel like I need a week off from life. Or a month or so...