A passion that refuses to cool

Today, we have yet another weekly weight measurement, and after dinner in the afternoon, I was on the meter on time. Stand still – straight – boom, check out!

– The last week’s abdominal performance: Weight: 2.1 kg decrease BMI: Decline 0.6

It is almost possible to say that it exceeded its original expectations and was twice as heavy as it had been during the previous seven days. Look at the more lean face, you’ve got a real thing going on.

My friend Nsan followed me and measured it together. And he looked at me before I measured it, and he encouraged me to say, “There must be a lot of weight, because your face is much thinner.” When I got the results, I was so relieved and relaxed. At last, it can be said that it is true that the feeling of a day being smaller than a day in the past week is not an illusion, but a true sense.

This time, it’s not much of a “power” to lose weight, but it’s a remarkable result, compared to me who started trying to lose weight early this year. The whole process didn’t go as far as the last time I deliberately lost weight, buying gym cards to go to gyms to get equipment to move, and twitching the nerves to calculate all the calories…

It’s a weekend, though! But for me, it’s not much different in general or in substance. The job preference is greater for the boss when working and generally for himself after work or during rest days. It’s like breathing every day. At best it’s just breathing in a different place!

I went shopping with Nsan this afternoon, of course, on the basis of my work done. Maybe I’m affected by my family, and now I’m living like them. Although on leave, there is an unconscious conversation about work and even a desire to work. For the time being, I can’t figure out whether this is the right thing to do. But now it seems that I also need to do something to protect myself.

I’m pretty distracted, because of the recent trifles. Although it was brought about by others, it was it that it bore the responsibility that it should not have. It’s a lot of energy, because it reminds me of a lot of things that bother me. In that case, there’s some torture.

Once again, the vision is in front of the eyes, looking at the light, the radiant light of the night, and a bit of a bit of a twilight. It seems as if the scenery is somewhat unrealistic, and it seems to me that it’s as if it’s the scenery of the game, and I’m as if I’m dreaming, and I’m dreaming of a dream that is a bit sad and a bit helpless. It’s like I’m a little less powerful in my dreams. It seems that the pressure of life begins to fall on my shoulder a little bit, without fear of my feelings. Yeah, well, this old guy’s got a little bit of a “smuggle-to-hard” feeling.

I’m lost, maybe a little real. But after talking to Nsan, I feel like I’m in some sort of relationship with him. He said that his life had come to a path known as “the script”, and I didn’t, even envy it. Maybe I’m afraid of uncertainty?

Never!

I’m going to tear the old man’s mouth out of his belly and pull his intestines out. It’s blood I want to drink, its head is under my shoes. I am sending it a very harsh warning that I will not only pack myself up, but that I will be more powerful to remove the crooked grass from my body. Because my heart is still alive!