Usually going to the gym makes me feel really good.

But sometimes it just puts me in the mind set of acting on the impulse to change my body and I fall in the hole of wanting to be smaller instead of just stronger and I hate this hole every time I think I’m done with this sort of thing it creeps up out of nowhere.

I should have realized this was a bad day to go. But then the guilt of not going would make any day a potential bad day for it.