My head was pounding, a headache ringing through my skull as my upstairs neighbors continued to stomp and jump around, leaving the things in my apartment nearly shaking. I tried banging on the ceiling and talking to them in person but no matter what I tried it wouldn't end.
I just needed some rest. Especially after a long day at the gym. You see, I've been struggling with weight problems for a while now. And as the year was nearing its end, I figured it would be the perfect time for me to try and shed a few pounds.
The most unfortunate thing for me during this whole venture is the fact that I didn't have the funds to get a personal trainer, nor was I able to find a good app to help me find the best diets and exercise. Not without paying nearly $100 on it. So, I went for the next best thing, an Ai chatbot.
I'd been using it for a while. I've been telling it all the specifics about me, my weight, my goals, what kind of food I wanted to eat. And as soon as I asked it to give me a workout, it did far more for me than I ever would have thought. It even told me what I should be eating every day.
Sure, the food portions aren't exactly what I'd want, it was all expected as a necessary step in losing weight. And sure, the workouts were things far different than anything I've tried before. And my body does ache afterwards. That has to mean its all working, right? It had to be.
I'd been sticking to it for about a week now and I kind of feel a bit different. A bit lighter. But I could never fully enjoy the weight loss journey here at home because every waking moment was occupied by me trying to find things to help drown out the aggressive noise from above me. Words could not express how much hatred I felt burning through my veins for them.
I tried my best to ignore it all and made my way to the kitchen. But after turning the corner, my leg began to cramp up. An incredible amount of pain, sharp and aggressive, pulsed through my calf. I cried out as I tumbled to the floor. I tried straightening it out, massaging it, anything to make the pain stop but it never did.
Then, my arms became stiff, almost like the muscles were locking up. I'd never felt anything like this before. I struggled to move, to free myself from the prison of my own body but nothing worked. Any movement only brought on more pain.
I cried out, hoping somebody, anybody could hear me, but it was all drowned out by the booming sounds from upstairs. Eventually, if I keep screaming, screaming until my throat is numb, surely someone will come by and save me, right?
I just needed some rest. Especially after a long day at the gym. You see, I've been struggling with weight problems for a while now. And as the year was nearing its end, I figured it would be the perfect time for me to try and shed a few pounds.
The most unfortunate thing for me during this whole venture is the fact that I didn't have the funds to get a personal trainer, nor was I able to find a good app to help me find the best diets and exercise. Not without paying nearly $100 on it. So, I went for the next best thing, an Ai chatbot.
I'd been using it for a while. I've been telling it all the specifics about me, my weight, my goals, what kind of food I wanted to eat. And as soon as I asked it to give me a workout, it did far more for me than I ever would have thought. It even told me what I should be eating every day.
Sure, the food portions aren't exactly what I'd want, it was all expected as a necessary step in losing weight. And sure, the workouts were things far different than anything I've tried before. And my body does ache afterwards. That has to mean its all working, right? It had to be.
I'd been sticking to it for about a week now and I kind of feel a bit different. A bit lighter. But I could never fully enjoy the weight loss journey here at home because every waking moment was occupied by me trying to find things to help drown out the aggressive noise from above me. Words could not express how much hatred I felt burning through my veins for them.
I tried my best to ignore it all and made my way to the kitchen. But after turning the corner, my leg began to cramp up. An incredible amount of pain, sharp and aggressive, pulsed through my calf. I cried out as I tumbled to the floor. I tried straightening it out, massaging it, anything to make the pain stop but it never did.
Then, my arms became stiff, almost like the muscles were locking up. I'd never felt anything like this before. I struggled to move, to free myself from the prison of my own body but nothing worked. Any movement only brought on more pain.
I cried out, hoping somebody, anybody could hear me, but it was all drowned out by the booming sounds from upstairs. Eventually, if I keep screaming, screaming until my throat is numb, surely someone will come by and save me, right?
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