I was at the gym today working with a personal trainer for the first time. Things were good. I put in a lot of effort and was doing the first exercises just fine. I was getting tired real fast because it's been A LOOOONG TIME since I've done any REAL activity. Anyways thirty minutes into it, I started getting a burning feeling in my stomach area.

"I'm feeling nauseous…"

"Really what did you have for breakfast today?"

I thought for a while before realizing that I actually hadn't eaten today.

"I didn't eat."

"Oh that's not good. You gotta eat a good breakfast everyday…"

I started to take steps backwards to the garbage can in the corner of the room as he kept lecturing about healthy eating. I didn't want to be rude but the more he talked, the more nauseous I became. He was following me the whole time.

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

I held my hand up and pointed as to say "Gimme a sec," turned my head to the can and vomited a lovely dark pink stream into the garbage. That shut him up. I felt dizzy and couldn't talk for a while.

"…Yeah, I'm gonna get you something to eat."

He came back three minutes later with a Snickers bar for me but I couldn't eat it.

So since I moved, I've done nothing great with my time. I spend my days cleaning up my apartment and playing games. I've lived away from home for a total of seven and a half months and in that short time, I've gained a significant amount of weight, and it's quite embarrassing.

To fix this, I've gotten a membership at the Alaska Club. It's a 50 minute walk from my building and I go often. My goals are to lose weight (obviously) and actually gain some muscle tone. I wanna get back to my "when I first signed up at 64digits" weight of 135lbs. I know, what a fatty huh? It's better than what I'm at now.

I threw up at approx. 10:30am Alaska time. It is now 4:18pm and I've yet to feel hungry so I haven't eaten. I'll get to it eventually.

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!