Growing up is hard baby. Don't I know it. These past weeks have been the best time of my life, and the worst.
Okay, worst is over exaggerating a tad. But I haven't been myself. I've over indulged, I've over drank, I've over everything!
I ceased to go to the gym about two months ago. Just in time for the holiday season, coincidentally. The food was excruciatingly enticing and delicious. How could I not indulge in those tasty treats?
Oh but Mo, how stupid have you been. By over doing it this season you have gained more shame, embarrassment and not to mention weight.
But why should I be so hard on myself?
Why can't I give in once in a while?
Why should I deny myself life's pleasures?
Because I'm a self-deprecating buffoon, thats why.
I think life is about moderation. Par example: Drinking one beer instead of two, eating one In-n-Out burger instead of three, catch my drift.......?
All in all, moderation sucks.
But as my english professor says very often "Life is hard, then you die".
