Temptation always lurks, especially when you're depressed that you can't go to the gym because of an injury. But doesn't temptation look DELICIOUS?
It's been 4 days and my back is still not happy. I walk around the office like Igor. I walk home gingerly. And yes, I'm depressed because I can't go to the gym. And the only thought running through my head is "who wants a broken doll?" I'm fat and I'm delicate. What man wants that?
More than my constant hear of having to get a 4-level spinal fusion is having to go through it alone. I'm 28 years old and I've never been in love, never been loved.