Not A Morning Person

(Picture is not me! I'm a girl.) I'm definitely not a morning person. I set my alarm, to 6 a.m. this morning, and I woke up and everything, but secretly wished I could fall asleep again. I lay in bed for a good 15 minutes, closing my eyes and wanting to go to sleep again but at the same time knowing I had to get up. I had to do the work. I can't just wish for it and have it happen. I needed to do something different as what I normally do to achieve the change, as goes one of my favorite quotes. So I started remembering the post I had written last night, about the girl who claims she wants to be like "one of those stupid, slutty girls with a fast metabolism", and I immediately bolted out of bed, ate my breakfast of a peanut butter sandwich (absolutely no milk) and orange juice, changed and left the house, thinking to myself the whole time, "I am not stupid nor slutty, and I do have a fast metabolism, but I refuse to keep being told that I'm some anorexic girl like her!"

Want to know what's truly pathetic and amazing? As I scrolled through said crazy girl's blog, I found another post of hers in which she claims her BMI is 25 point something, technically overweight. Here we have this bitch who can't just get "skinny" properly, just chooses to starve two days in a row and then binges and barfs the third day. She is FAT, and she is ANOREXIC. I AM SKINNY, AND I AM NOT ANOREXIC!!!! Bloody f*ck*ng HELL. Times like these I honestly wish I had been born with balls. I wouldn't have to go through this shit. I doubt people would seriously think I was anorexic. "Oh, he's just a SKINNY GUY."

So today, I worked out for twenty minutes or so my legs. Thighs/hamstrings and calves. I feel great now, so at peace. I don't understand why people don't like to exercise. It's like the best legal high you can get, besides an orgasm.