I'm so goddamn busy all the time now.

I mentioned before I felt like I never have any time, and now it just seems to be manifesting itself tenfold. Tomorrow, after working eight hours, I get to cut a lawn, weedwack, go home and eat, and then mow my own lawn. It's just ridiculous, by the time all of that is said and done and I've made lunch for the next day it'll be time for bed virtually.

I've made the transition to two-hundred smoothly I think. I haven't noticed any weight gain though, I feel the same, I think I look the same, I'm no stronger or weaker, and people continue to say I look a healthy one eighty. So what's up here? Where did twenty pounds come from? I really don't understand.

I was really in the mood to write earlier, but it died quicker then I could finish actually portraying what's going on in 'alpha's' life. To summarize;

-Toga party, two days away.
-Trying to sneak workouts that I find inefficient and unsatisfying.
-Disgusted with stomach again, need to find way that I can stick to to destroy it.
-Sexual appetite low, easily sated with odd bouts of masturbation.
-Ridiculous amounts of work, money is abundant. Disliking job, looking for something more ambitious and active. Also something I would enjoy and would work willingly year round. (Fitness centre?)
-Looked into kickboxing/ ju-jitsu, no call back from dojo yet.
-Appetite: Impossible. Always hungry, eating more then people for the first time ever.

There's so much to tell but my interest level has dipped. Maybe I'll get back into it in awhile.