Night running is good. Everything is dark. So it keeps you focused on each step and each breath you take.
Jogged at nus track at 10pm yesterday with ye and her friend, after studying in the library.
Can't believe i ran 6 rounds. Couldn't stop brimming with pride and satisfaction at myself.
But boy was i hungry on my way home, i could have eaten a cow. The only alternative at 11.45 pm at admiralty mrt was macs. Although i swore repeatedly i would not let the efforts of the run go down the drain, i bought a double cheeseburger and gobbled it down in 5mins.
Night running is good. It shall be my new night activity. And i shall plan ahead for a healthy supper. Ye actually stuck to her convictions and ate fruits (how can fruits measure up with real food?!). She demoralized my self discipline and intensified my guilt haha
It is a sad and rainy day today.
Why do i do it even though i tell myself not to.
I am feeling weird and queasy. I wanna puke it all out.
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