Self Defeat

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.