and it makes me pissed off. because 1) cold wheather sucks balls and I hate running in the cold weather 2) that’s not a good enouugh excuse. I was planning on running some HIIT this week but I was just way too tired.
tomorrow I’m going to do stuff to solve my financial problems (regarding my dad) and then after school I’m going to see if I passed a pre-college school. tuesday I’m going to another pre-college school after class and wednesday I’m going to the therapist, but on tuesday I have a PE test that requires running in a thousand circles :( do not like.
well anyways. this weeks HAS to go by as quickly as possible. PLEASE. then next week I PROMISE I’m starting those HIIT laps.
ugh this feels wrong or something like that
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I didn’t run at all this week because I had a cold. and I really feel like I need to lose the fat that has creeping back in to my belly and my legs, so I’ll start doing some HIIT, actually it will save me some time too.
my plan is to do like 7-10 laps in the park just outside my house, super fast going, jogging coming back, and increase the laps during the week, starting monday.
today: spent the whole day doing homework, gonna have dinner, do some more homework and then watch tv with my grandma.
ok I’m too hungry now bye
stupid shit gets me so upset it’s even more upsetting.
not running until it’s at least 19C at night. sorry i’m not sorry. might be going to the nike run club on saturday morning.
sleepy. gonna shower, watch tv, get my nails done and sleep. bye.
life went completely crazy in 2 or three weeks time. if you don’t read my blog often you don’t know that my mom passed away when I was 10 and that my dad is an alcoholic. yep. so he gets a certain amount of money from the social care to help with house expenses but he obviously spends it all on booze.
a couple of weeks ago he came home and said that we had absolutely no money, being that the money he gets is more than enough to pay everything, but whatever. he came home drunk and said a lot of nasty things to me and my sister, and well, all comes down that me and my sister moved to my grandma’s.
I’m pretty sure I’m A LOT better here, but I’m still not sure about what’s going to happen to him, and I worry what is his reaction going torwards me and my sister. there’s still a bit more things to tell but I think it’s best if I don’t say anything for now.
my life at my grandma’s is pretty great. I’ve been running 2 or 3 times a week and eating A LOT more than I used to. I blame my grandma’s great cooking. I’m pretty sure I gained 1 or 2 kg but I’m not sure, plus my belly looks a LOT softer.
ok, I should go. gonna have dinner, watch tv and get to sleep. 5:30 am tomorrow morning is going to kick me in the ass.
