I don't ever want to do what Private Pyle did to you this weekend again. The Super Bowl is no excuse for the fuel I provided you. My fear of success and attachment to loneliness is no excuse for the overindulgence. This morning I paid dearly for Private Pyle's sins by hurling during my WOD. garbage in, garbage out. Sugar now must be viewed as alcohol in my straight edge lifestyle. Here is a photo reminder of what started your bender. I love you and promise to do better.
For your health,
Jimmie
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