Working out my emotions

Things are still going very well. Still on the workout regimen. Maybe more than I need to be. I work out once, then feel good for a time. Then I think of him again, then I get sad, then workout again to kill the depression. But the high only lasts so long... so I worked out 3 times today. This isn't the first time that's happened.

I just feel like such a sucker, you know? That's the part that I hate the most, that he couldn't just be honest and say that he wanted a friend with benefits, but instead he decided to pretend that he wanted a relationship and put out all the bells and whistles until I put out. Then he was over pretending to be a boyfriend.

But at least I am working toward my health goals, so there's a silver lining.

Things are definitely getting better. And I am still very appreciative of the relationship (in a bittersweet way). It taught me that I need to grow up a bit more and that not everyone is out for my best interests. I have to protect myself. Not everyone is seeking to "do no harm" as I am.