Day 8 was bad, at the end of it I was tired, and, being quite despondent, I ate two apples and one cookie, being prepared to be ashamed of this immediately afterwards.
The apples were so delicious!
It didn’t make me feel better though. Later I dragged myself to the gym, what takes me 40 minutes, took about 1.5 hours that day. Ever saw a three-clawed sloth bench press? That was me yesterday.
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About two years ago I went to the doctor, and complained about feeling somewhat less energetic and in overall being somehow disinclined to do work of any kind. After doing a few tests he proclaimed that he doesn’t immediately see anything alarming, nor in any way unusual in my physiology and suggested some polite trivialities as a remedy.
His looks were however saying something along the lines of “Get the f*ck outta here”.