Page 27 of Resistance Training
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Four scrambled eggs, half cup cottage cheese, steamed broccoli.
Black coffee. Gave a spoonful of scrambled eggs to the cat and she went nuts for it.
First Googled whether or not it’s safe for cats to eat, instead of texting she who shall not be named.
Should have done that when I found the kitten yesterday.
Going to meal prep for the week before leaving for the marina so I don’t have to make any decisions about food. Even though the only thing I want to eat for the rest of my life is her—nope!
FIRE: I will channel all my energy into business development tasks for the gym expansion this week, starting with today’s meeting with Larry. I will not find a market analysis of Portland’s aging population filed away inside her vulva.
Her tight, warm, impossibly wet, inviting—nope.
FORTRESS: Blasted through a bullshit “short on time workout” of burpees, squat jumps, and mountain climbers for an Instagram paid sponsorship with a new brand of electrolytes this morning. That’s it. That’s most of my exercise for the day.
I need to rebuild my mental fortress of solitude. Being on a boat with Larry all day will give me the distance and emotional reset I need.
FRACTURES: 7:00 a.m.—Didn’t want to eat breakfast because I could still taste her on my tongue this morning and smell her on my fingers.
Will visualize scrubbing her from my mind while I shower today so Larry doesn’t comment on my “Pussy Face” and force me to talk about how my unexplored Scorpio tendencies led me to punish her by making her come on my face.
“What you resist persists.” I can’t stop thinking about this. Is that the whole “let’s just get it out of our systems” logic that has worked for exactly no one never times in the entire history of humans? Or will I finally be free of her if we fuck while fighting? Or fight while fucking?
Nope.
Not going to think about it today.
7:30 a.m.—Fuck. She sent a photo of her breakfast. She made a happy face out of two sunny-side-up eggs, three strips of turkey bacon, and half an avocado. With cottage cheese for hair. It made me laugh, so I gave it a Ha Ha response. I should have just given it a thumbs-up.
But I can’t fucking believe how happy I was to get a text from her. This is bad. I am so grateful to Larry for convincing me to go cruising with him today or I would be driving straight back to her house right now.